Insert Name Here

The title of this blog is taken from a phrase frequently used by Terry Pratchett's disastrous imp-powered Personal Disorganizer - a sort of medieval i-pad.  It is used in place of a name, which is why our new granddaughter has acquired it.

She arrived in this rather tatty old world at 3.15 this morning, and I was alerted to her presence by her doting father, who obviously saw no reason why he should be the only one deprived of sleep.

We went to see them this afternoon - there would have been no living with ED if I'd refused, and anyway, I wanted to see her, too - and she is beautiful.  So sure were her parents that she was going to be a boy, that they are now dithering around trying to choose a name, and she has, so to speak, completely wrong-footed them.

INH (for short - but hopefully, not for long) is blissfully unaware of all this kerfuffle, and is patiently awaiting her new name, whatever it may be.  I cling to the hope it will not be something bloody daft like a drowning man clinging to a log.

So, welcome to the world, little Insert Name Here,  may it treat you kindly all of your life. We will love you whatever they  call you.

As long as it isn't Britney, of course.