I have become a grandfather.
Congratulations are not really necessary, I had nothing to do with it – I did my part 30 years ago.
Well, I already have several pipes and several walking sticks (the one with a skull on top is likely to be favourite). I have a trilby, of course, but have lost my flat cap. Must get another.
I still have to source a bag of Werther’s Originals and a cardigan with leather elbows.
I hope this doesn’t mean I now have to drive everywhere at 20 miles an hour, hunched over the wheel and peering through classes that look like the ends of milk bottles.
Anyway, that’s one grandchild for me. Hopefully the first of many.
It’s a girl, by the way – but I will not be covering her in pink fluffyness. I have already begun explaining the classification system for steam engines and will soon move on to diesel wheel arrangements so she will be able to correctly differentiate between Co-Co and A1A-A1A. She’ll be able to stun a train geek into silence on any railway platform.
There is no reason why girls shouldn’t learn about archery, wood chopping, engine maintenance and repair and how to swing a scythe or extract a splinter.
This is going to be great, especially since I can pass her back to her parents whenever she needs a nappy change.
It might slow the publishing work for a few days but I’ll soon get it back to speed. She’ll be mostly sleeping and eating at first. She should make the most of this time, it’s the easiest part of life.
Well, now you can officially call me old…