I met the mother of a schoolfriend of Ro’s at the donor clinic this afternoon. Almost the first thing she said, when we’d said hello, was “I’m going to be a Nanny!” Her son Chris married a year or eighteen months ago and he and his wife are expecting their first baby. I’ve promised to tell Ro, and passed on good wishes from us all – I expect Ro will be a bit startled. Chris is a year older than he is, but even so, Ro isn’t thinking of starting a family any time soon.
Mind you, I’ve a feeling that the next generation after my children’s may be having their babies earlier. For one thing, I think that all these women who have left it until their mid-thirties to forties before starting a family, and some of them finding it no easy matter, will want, perversely, their grandchildren to be born before they themselves are ancient, and will encourage their children to start families. It could go the other way, of course, with girls all freezing eggs so that they can have their children late but without the problems of later conception, but I suspect that, when it comes to it, most people instinctively prefer the natural approach.
Anyway, the news of the day is that Wink has arrived, bearing Epiphany gifts. It being Twelfth Night (twelve days after Christmas, Christmas Day doesn’t count), I left the tree. The family is coming over on Saturday and, as I’m not superstitious, I’d leave the decorations until then, as we’ll be opening presents then, but my mother would be cross. The one time our tree was left, because we were all too ill with Hong Kong flu, was New Year 1970, and my father died later the same month, enough to make anyone superstitious. I still don’t believe the bad luck, but I do believe in the wrath of my mother, so I shall compromise. I’ll take the decorations down tonight and leave the tree, and on Saturday hang chocolate coins from it for the children. Unless I get fed up in the meantime and haul it out, a girl can always change her mind, of course.
Tomorrow, Wink and I will probably go out for lunch. We haven’t decided where yet. The county is our oyster.