The Yorkshire Pudding blogpost factory was not operating yesterday as we drove down to London to see our little Zach - my only grandson. He was two weeks old today but this was our first meeting with him.
We stayed overnight, not wishing to impose too much upon Ian and Sarah before driving home today.
Of course we got to cuddle Zachary Roy and twice I sang to him random songs that came in and out of my mind. He was wide awake on those occasions, warm in the crook of my arm and looking up as though mesmerised... but possibly horrified by the galumphing ogre who had briefly possessed him.
A lovely young midwife called Sensible Sally rang the doorbell at midday in order to conduct Zach's fourteen day NHS health check and to make sure that everything was fine. She weighed him in a cloth sling and ascertained that he has now surpassed his birth weight so he's certainly gaining the nourishment he needs.
It took us three and half hours to get to their house in Fulham from our house in Sheffield but five and a half hours to get back. Admittedly, we stopped for "Burger King" lunches at the London Gateway Services on the M1 - but that must have taken less than half an hour. The main hold-up was twenty miles south of Sheffield. At times, the traffic was stationary. We believe there had been an accident up ahead involving two big lorries (American: trucks). Clint was not amused.
We'll be heading back to London later this month - partly to see a show at The Royal Albert Hall but also to support Sarah while Ian is in The Netherlands for three nights on a work-related trip. Furthermore, I just found out that BOSH! will also be in Sydney, Australia in February of next year. Ian will really miss his boy.
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