Mrs Steamy is with child. It is already a squaddy. Here's how I know: Before she knew she was pregnant, she had strange changes in her diet. Suddenly, she fancied a beer. Or maybe 2. And curry. Lots of curry. She started swearing. All this is new. She wore jeans. And my C95 fleece. Seen dead in that before? Never. But here's the clincher. A full week before the CDT where the strip turns blue, Mrs Steamy asks for a snack, seeing as I'm brewing up. What does she want? Fried egg in 2 slices of bread please. A egg banjo? I ask. A what? says she. Yup, from the womb, the urge for an egg banjo. The mrs. had never even contemplated such a thing - didn't know what a banjo was. Not only that, she goes from tea weak girly to tea white 2 - NATO, to you and me. The kid may only be the size of my thumb, but it's already on the stag roster. Fantastic.