We went to London yesterday. We didn’t visit Tate Modern or take a trip on the London Eye. We didn’t look at the Tower of London or visit the Wren Churches, or wander round Spitalfields, or Petticoat Lane market. We had no interest in galleries, palaces, parks, museums, shops or going for a meal
We went straight to the home of my son and daughter-in-law, Tom and Sarah, and we arrived shortly after Sarah’s parents, Brian and Sue. They hadn’t been sight-seeing either.
All any of us wanted to do was to play ‘Pass the Parcel’. All day. Because we had a very special parcel indeed. This one.
Meet William Francis, born a whole fortnight early, last Tuesday. We grandparents all raced to London the first moment we could, and spent the whole day quite simply passing him round….. and round. You may disagree if you’ve had babies of your own, but to us, he’s the very best baby in the world.
There have been other ‘best babies’ of course. Those twins, Alex and Ben, born 10 years ago fitted the bill then. Sarah and Tom’s nephew Lucas claimed the title five years ago. But this is William’s moment. Here he is, all 7 lb. 2 oz. of him, being passed from granny to grandma, back to Sarah to be fed, to grandad,and step-grandad then back to Sarah to be fed again. Through all of this, he slept contentedly, only waking occasionally to stare fixedly at whoever was cuddling him at the time…. or to demand yet another feed. We thought it was a pretty fine way to pass a summer Sunday.