Did you think I'm doing it to improve my own fertility? Not likely.
During The Little Madam's afternoon nap today, I did my exercises (despite soreness from yesterday's) and still had a little time left over.
It's about time I read something that wasn't about parenting, so I pulled The New Golden Bough from my bookshelf and settled down on the couch for some mythology-anthropology.
Did you know that only around a hundred years ago, European villagers were getting their young and nubile to get jiggy amongst the crops, in order to ensure a good harvest? And I used to think that the penis-worshippers in The Wicker Man were a bit over-the-top...