I took stock of my altered state as soon as the shock wore off a little. To be suddenly married with children was rather weird, and yet - it was right - and somehow it always had been. It had not quite happened before but now it had flipped into always having happened.
We live in the old stable block, converted into housing and we are happy.

After a while I went back to find Mister Brown, who seemed to have been expecting me, and he talked - it seemed to be something of a relief for him - though not a lot of it was comprehensible. He did admit to having a lot of offspring, though not all the time and in the same places and their names were sometimes different.

'I suppose that once you start to mess around with time, causality and destiny and suchlike, you have to be glad if you end the day with your own **** on.'
'I seem to have managed that, as far as I can tell.'
'Then you are ahead of the game, so far.'
'I will have to leave soon - very soon.'
'Your work here is done?'
He gave me a spaniel look.
'I hope that Ian will one day join us, though just at the moment he seems to be too easily influenced, plus he's a total geek.'
'You underestimate the power of the recipes.'
'Perhaps. We will be monitoring Moore-Naste and Rulital, just so there are no surprises, and by Christmas at the latest all Globo-Fashion associates should have been picked up - I am sure that if we try hard enough they can be put where they can do no more manipulating.'

I returned to my duties, which I had been neglecting, though my schedule now seemed to finish promptly at four thirty each afternoon.