Alec Marshall Childs, my first Grandchild.
So all plans have gone out of the window as he was born three and a half weeks early. Since then we have turned our schedule upside down, spent most of the time in Hereford and certainly haven't got around to any blogging.
He is spectacularly cute though. I think I've always been prepared for being a Grandpa. Inspired by my own, I shall be a bundle of joy, great fun and always a bit odd. I hope I can be as inspirational to Alec as my Grandpa was to me.
There is much going on in his world that he is totally unaware of... the EU debate, which gets more depressing by the minute, the football (European Championships) which may well get more depressing by this afternoon, the refugee crisis in the middle east and north Africa, the now sadly routine mass shootings in the USA, and the scarily right wing rise across Europe and the US shown most clearly in peoples love of Trump and Boris.
Dear child, I hope the world is a better place by the time you realise what's around you but at the moment I don't hold out much hope. We will surround you with love and let that be your protection and your guide.