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The 11:17 Enigma

For many years now I have been accidentally looking at the clock at 11:17am, nearly every day, and especially on weekdays. When I mention this to people, they find it quirky and funny and odd. In fact, so do I. This little quirk is even mentioned in a recent interview and in an older blog comment on here.

I always wondered whether it signified that some monumental moment in my life would take place at 11:17am one day, and that I was aware of it on some deeper level of my subconcious.

On Saturday morning, the day before yesterday, my wife gave birth to a beautful baby boy who we have called Oliver Thomas Langridge. We are absolutely over the moon with joy. What a rollercoaster of emotions this has been. We didn't know the sex of the baby before he arrived and my wife Alison and I had discussed many times that I would be the one to tell her what our baby had turned out to be.

Oliver was born at 11:15am, depending on whose clock you look at. I told my wife the sex of the baby, and we agreed his name, at 11:17am, depending on whose clock you look at. Who would have thought such a momentous thing would happen at 11:17am?

Well, actually, I did.

I wonder if my 11:17 thing will stop now that I have become a very proud Dad.

Comments

  1. K M Kelly1 June 2009 at 20:41

    Congratulations Huw - he's absolutely gorgeous!!

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  2. Ian Redman7 June 2009 at 16:25

    Congratulations Huw, he looks great! We're looking forward to ours ariving at the end of August.

    I hope you'll all have a great time together.

    Ian

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  3. Huw Langridge7 June 2009 at 19:36

    Thanks guys! And congratulations Ian. Good luck with your imminent new addition.

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  4. Anonymous3 July 2009 at 15:43

    Belated congratulations Huw- I've only just read the post- what a cutie.
    I have often mentioned the 11.17 thing that you told me on my website interview. Now I will have to add the sequel. That is amazing- reminds me of the beginning of a Dean Koontz novel.

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