Sooooo proud are we!
It is 0719. The phone rings. I get up. I am half way down the stairs (not posh having phone in bedroom) and it stops ringing. The mobile rings upstairs. I dash upstairs and it stops ringing.
I decide to adorn myself in a dressing gown. I don't want to be reported for streaking - the neighbours you know. The mobile rings again and this time I answer it. The voice says "Goodmorning Grandma!" A gorgeous baby boy born at 0650 weighing in at an admirable 9lb 1oz (I work in imperial) mother rather sore and tired and dad ecstatic! "He's got feet and fingernails and everything!" the voice enthusiastically announces. " She was so good and I am so proud of her and ..... and everything!" "Oh how wonderful" I say. I can't focus - I can't find my specs having knocked them off the table onto the floor. I dare not move. I am paralysed with emotion and I may stand on my specs. And with that he's gone.
Wow.
posted by Jooles @ 6:53 pm
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4 Comments:
Heres hoping they're green fingernails then ! Sounds like Grandma could do with a propagating assistant. Congratulations !
Well done to you all - and let's not underestimate the importance of fingernails!
Congratulations! Just as well you had your dressing gown on!
Clare speaks for herself there as I for one am always glad to see ladies in a state of dressing gown forgetfulness - it's like living in a "Confessions of..." film ;-)
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