We went to see William today. My first nephew. And, if Sal’s threat that the next one will be adopted is more than idle banter, perhaps my last, too.

He was tiny. Really, really tiny. And much smaller than I ever imagined. We’re talking the size of a small hand towel bundled up inside a shawl with little pink ears still squashed up, and far deeper breathing than I ever imagined babies could have.

I’ve never been a one for babies or children, but I guess it’s a bit different if they’re part of the family, as I did find him incredibly sweet, and enjoyed sitting with him in my arms, which I never thought I’d have said. In fact, Sal swears that I said something along the lines of babies being better than pets, which is most out of character, and Rich said he ’saw me melt for a minute’.

He had a little pointy nose and tiny mittened gloves, and soft yellow sideburns and, despite doing a little baby fart while dozing in my arms, was the most perfectly behaved new born nipper I’ve ever seen. Also the youngest, at less than three days old.

There was something quite magical about holding someone so young and new, and I only really realised quite how young we’re talking when it struck me that by the time he’s my age, I’ll be past the age of retirement.

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