On Thu, 15 Nov 2018 07:59:23 +0000, Sid Nuncius
Post by Sid Nuncius Post by Nick Odell
I was at an exhibition when I bumped into a musician I used to know.
How's <insert name here> ? I asked, thinking of the gurgling
eight-week-old son I'd last seen with him. Oh, he's doing quite well at
university, said his proud dad.
Quite. It is the growing up of young ones which seems to mark out time
for me these days. We went round to see our friends' newborn first
child a few years ago...who now seems to have a PhD, be nearing 30 and
pursuing a successful career as a research physicist.
My Gorgeous Goddaughter, who turned 30 much earlier this year, is not
only married, but about to produce an offspring of her own. Although I
attended her wedding a couple of years ago, I still think the various
pics of her around my living room - ranging in age from about 3 months
to about 15 - are more likely representations than the wedding photo.
Not only that, but her ma, who was our favourite babysitter when we
were at junior school and is 10 years older than me, is almost old
enough to draw her state pension.