While working at Peter Brotherhoods was a huge improvement on my employment history, the early 1970’s were providing even more challenges.
Both motorcycles had been sold, and replaced with an old Morris Minor 1000 (it was, and looked, and performed, very old!) which was a more appropriate family vehicle. Our financial situation was now stable and under control.
In the early part of 1971, we were rather surprised to learn that we had another child on the way. Delivery was projected by the GP to be early August. Given our birth control methods, this came as a great surprise however, we were advised to discontinue with the “pill”!
In the latter part of October, I woke up in the “early hours” to hear my partner asking what the time was! A few moments later, she asked again. She then decided to have a soak in the bath, but kept asking me what the time was. My brain suddenly engaged and I asked her what we were timing, that was clearly happening every 10 minutes or so. We decided that it might be a good idea for me to head off down the road to our local phone box (about 1/2mile away) and call for an ambulance.
I remember it being a lovely morning. A nice clear sky. No traffic. I strolled off down the road until it really hit me… and I dashed the rest of the way. The ambulance was at the house by the time I got back!
Melanie was born on October 25 so we concluded that the GP was wrong on …but, having discontinued the birth control pill, it was not long before the situation was rectified! I did suggest to the GP that he pay us a monthly maintenance given the circumstances, but he was a “big family man” and could not see any problems.