I’ve never regretted not having kids. It strikes me as a tad perverse to claim you’re doing your bit for the future of the species when that future involves the next generation waking up with their hair on fire in the 50 degree heat of Christmas 2050 knowing that it’s just hit £50 a pint.
When it comes up in conversation, and it does, I just say I can’t see why I’d give up a life of little responsibility, frolics unencumbered and full nights of unconsciousness in favour of ‘kids eat free’ Saturdays in the local and grimly suggesting you move nearer the in-laws just for the cheap babysitting.
But don’t worry, you parents out there, because I’m now one of you. Now, I have a cat.
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