Say hello to my lovely new granddaughter.
She now has a name and it's Orla Kitty Cynthia Bruce-Havers.
Although we have no connections with the Emerald Isle, Orla derives from Irish and means Golden Princess.
I don't know what I'm going to be called yet but I can't see myself as (whisper) granddad. I may be nearly 62 but I still ride out on my triathlon bike, I can break into a sprint if necessary and still have all my own teeth (minus a few wisdoms). She'll always be my princess as long as she doesn't use the 'g' word.
I've searched for some baby verses and found this one:
From private ease of mother’s womb,
I fall into the lighted room.
Why don’t they simply put me back?
Where it is warm and wet and black.
And here's my own pathetic effort:
To rejoice in the birth of my lovely granddaughter,
I've been wetting her head a lot more than I ought'er.
When she's older, this tale will be something I've taught her,
It's better to stick to Ribena and water.