Six years ago today Rupert was watching the final of the Open and I was giving birth to Leonardo. To be fair, he did manage to tear him away in time to see the little man come out.
My main memory is trying to remain elegant looking until a midwife told me to give up on that and just push as hard as I bloody well could. I also remember asking Rupert if we should really call him Leonardo and not opt for Thomas, his second name. Rupert, who was probably wondering what was happening in the Open, told me to stop fretting.
Today is an historic day in more ways than one. England has just beaten Australia at Lord’s for the first time in 75 years. Leo is unaware of the significance of this, but I hope he is not 81 before it happens again.
However old he is, I know this. He will still be the loveliest boy ever. At least to his mummy.
All in all a wonderful day.
Feral update: The girls are on their way to my mother’s house after a lovely stay with my aunt, uncle and father. Olivia got the autograph of “Mrs Butterfly” as she calls her and Bea managed to get my aunt to buy her a copy of Michael Jackson’s Thriller. So all is well. They sound so very grown up…..
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2009