I’ve written before about my family and the welcome yet not always practical invasions of my time. Friday evening my eldest grandaughter, whose birth I attended almost 21 years ago, gave birth to a beautiful 8lb baby girls, which makes me a great grandmother. Ok, so I am no longer young at 63 but still full of life and working for my living. I don’t like the sound of great gran so I have settled for baby Scarlett (yes, that is her name) calling me geegee when she is able, to which my grandaughter responded ‘and grandpa can be ggp’, go figure.

Needless to say that the weekend interruptions, worries and festivities have put my work behind (again) yet I am posting here when I should really be finishing of a report on WOW, which is actually next on my list. The problem is that I just don’t feel old enough to be a freelancing great gran, I’d much rather be a freelancing swinging chick but those days are long gone. I still love to dance when my RA will let me, albeit stiffly compared to years gone by, I still love to bite the heads off jelly babies and make up nonsense rhymes, in between freelance writing, supervising a couple of postgrad students and working on research projects as and when they come up – oh and trying to finish my first novel. So I am not exactly your archetype great grandmother. We shall see how the relationship progresses, watch this space.

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