Some mothers do have them.

A premature baby born to undergo withdrawal from recreational drugs and in dire need of intensive special care alongside other pre-‘termers’ slowly graduating from incubator to cot, before they are ready to be taken home from hospital.

Found nesting between the Prince Charles and Princess of Wales hospitals in the Valleys of the Principality – why it is nicknamed The Camilla – Llantrisant’s 10-year-old Royal Glamorgan (where a 60p day-long ticket for car parking is seriously less than charges nigh on a king’s ransom levied at the likes of Southampton General), experiences its sad share of babes beginning life high on the likes of cocaine and heroin.

Babes born out of their tiny minds, thinks Bamps.

After visiting his healthy 17-day-old granddaughter Daisy-Mae, born eight weeks prematurely on the 15th of March to mark coincidentally but indelibly his scheduled restart to the Continuing Story of Cressroads on the day of the Ides.

Then for him to add his granddaughter Daisy-Mae McArthur to the cast of hundreds for a saga emanating from the Hampshire market town of Alresford-on-Arle, after she bears silent witness to the emotive scene of one babe being taken into the care of social services from the arms of crackheads for parents inside the Welsh hospital’s SCaBU Pronounced Sca’boo and hospital shorthand for Special Care Baby Unit.

Where pink-hatted Daisy-Mae begins to overtake her birth weight, regularly fill her nappies and suckle her mum’s milk during the hours that teach hands-on parenting skills in preparation for going home.

Home to Pontypridd from its nearby hospital sat in all but the clouds on especially grey days in mid-Glamorgan, and down the dizzy heights of mostly winding lanes to Keogh and Richard’s stone-built, end-of-terrace back up the steep hill from Bamps favourite Morning Star and such regulars as Jamaican George.

As far again to walk to Pontypridd’s railway station, and close to where Daisy-Mae’s express arrival was officially noted in pen and ink by the Welsh market town’s Miss K Norris, Registrar of hatches, matches – and it is in that changed order of service her parents look to request a second notable dip in the Quink for their family album.

One that will put an official signature to their six-year-old bond forged throughout an initial time of togetherness on Cheshire’s Wirral Peninsula, before their past four years of working and living in Cardiff through homesteading in the Rhondda.

Keeping pace with events in Wales over the past five days, Bloggy’s Lady Karen of the Lakes emails from her home in Cressroads:

Morning Daisy-Mae's Gramps,

Thank you for the link. Never a dull moment in the life of Mr Blogsbody, lol. It might not have had such a happy ending. . . . but that would have been another story.

I've recovered from my trip to Wembley. What a great day that was. To some it might have been only a paint-pot trophy but to us real Saints fans it was the just reward for a traumatic journey and to help us realise there is light at the end of the tunnel.

Anyway big kiss for Daisy-Mae and you of course.

Safe journey home,

Lady Karen - www.blogsbody.co.uk