There's something about the month of May when it comes to having children. Yesterday morning, 4 birthday cards for people in my department landed on my desk for me to sign. Then, at lunchtime, we all went to the pub to celebrate with another two members of the department who were suddenly a year older.
At the end of last week there was a seventh birthday and, I think, an eighth earlier in the month. So, between a quarter and a third of the department were born in May. That's a pretty high proportion.
What is it about balmy August evenings when it comes to making lurve?