There's a new poem over at frankenstina - and a picture of my lovely grandson. This is the poem I wrote while, all unknown to me, he was about to come into the world, so I feel rather special about it.
Alan, on the other hand, is completely special.
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Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Monday, August 20, 2007
We are ...
We are a Grandmother! This will be the only time I quote the Blessed Margaret in a blog post - trust me on this. But after pacing about the floor of long-suffering friends in Edinburgh, we've just had a call from Ewan to announce the arrival of his daughter. I don't see him blogging this tonight, but I'll leave the details to him - at least till the morning.
Apparently today - no; it's yesterday now - was a very auspicious day, being the Chinese equivalent of Valentine's day, a day in which you carve the name of the beloved on melon. At least, this is what the Bishop of Edinburgh told us at Spiky Mike's, aka St Michael and All Saints, Tollcross, in the morning. Presumably he knew what he was talking about.
Which is more than I do, after a day which began with a speeding drive through Edinburgh at 5.30am. I shall lay off the bubbly till tomorrow. Goodnight!
Apparently today - no; it's yesterday now - was a very auspicious day, being the Chinese equivalent of Valentine's day, a day in which you carve the name of the beloved on melon. At least, this is what the Bishop of Edinburgh told us at Spiky Mike's, aka St Michael and All Saints, Tollcross, in the morning. Presumably he knew what he was talking about.
Which is more than I do, after a day which began with a speeding drive through Edinburgh at 5.30am. I shall lay off the bubbly till tomorrow. Goodnight!
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