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Saturday, 11 December 2010

Memories of a Christmas baby

My father wanted to call me David.  Until he saw me,  that is.  'It's a girl' he announced on that long ago Christmas Eve in Guernsey, 'but I wanted a boy!' Apparently I stuck two fingers in my mouth and went back to sleep. My mother's response is not on record.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Maybe that's a good thing...