So long as you can cope with the occasional sight of a filled nappy (mine not Mini me) and breast feeding (not from my moobs) then come on over. There is currently 10 bottles of decent red wine left and the dregs from the bottles almost emptied by dale and truffles (thimble full of vodka, some rum and port) get enough of that inside you, and the bear, and you'll not notice the baby. (he is usually quiet)
Mrs toppers insists on you coming over anyway. I think she just wants me to set myself alight with the BBQ.
Im a dab hand at the nappy changing (minime's only tho) and have long since failed to be offended at boobies being used for their natural purpose so thank you, Toppers, Burra and I will be delighted to accept your very kind invitation. We can start on your red wine once the 5 litre box I have ear-marked for the visit is empty