There's nothing like a doting grandfather-to-be, and my father is absolutely nothing like a doting grandfather-to-be.
Fair play, he is already a grandfather four times over, so I guess it's not an entirely new experience. Still as his favourite and only son, I was hoping for slightly more excitement when he met PP and Tobbles as the bump has now become.
I think the main impact is that there is slightly less drain on the gin stores while PP is not drinking. Good for him; someone has to keep a sense of proportion.
Mine's a large one, hers is enormous.
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Thursday, April 19, 2007
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