April six years ago, 2007, my thesis supervisor got back from a conference trip to find I had done no work on our latest venture the entire two weeks he was away. Instead, I had spent the time falling in love with a certain Greek by the name of Olga.1
Just a week short of April this year we got married.
And three days ago as I write this, at 12:30pm on the 22nd of April 2013, Olga gave birth to our son Manolis Manu de Jager (Μανώλης Μάνου ντε Γιάγκερ). He weighed 3670g and was 52cm long at birth; both he and Olga are healthy and strong, and all three of us are deliriously happy.
April gets a pass from me.
- He accepted this explanation with surprising good grace. [↪]