When we were on the ward today a presumably deaf Grandma-type was talking loudly about my great-nephews.
That one is so tiny! Oh look! What a tiny baby!
and then after a while:
There's another one! OMG there's another on in the same cot! Look, two tiny ones!
By this time I was holding Liam and turned and smiled at her. She then told me everything she had been saying previously (hence my assumption that she was hard of hearing). I explained that as they were twins they were premature, but they were both healthy. At which point she told me proudly that her first grandchild was carried to term and weighed in at 8lbs. Fair enough, love - you weren't carrying her. But she did win me round by exclaiming that this was her first grandchild [again] and it was a
girl. She'd had boys. I thought anyone that pleased with a grand-daughter might be tactless but can't be all bad.
How does your Dad feel Ali?
Pleased to have a Princess in the family, or weighing up how much use she'd be farming?
