M'wee sprog!

He's turned 19 today. Dear oh dear. His pram's still in the garage!

I called him Fred. I had every intention of calling the baby "Mary". It never occurred to me that the baby might be a boy. I bought girl clothes, girl toys ... and then there it was ... a BOY!!

I was flummoxed! I thought "Joe, George, Tom, Frank, Fred" ....

Later, my Dad told me his Dad's name had been Fred. Fred Robbins the first died when my Dad was seventeen. So I never knew much about him.

Anyway ... here he is ... Fred Robbins II, Lord Kipper.

(he's spent the past two days streaming "Breaking Bad" ... in his dressing gown ...)