This is because my husband's mother's son's son's wife's baby (my son's wife - just showing off about apostrophes) was due to give birth last Saturday.
I said to all three of my kids a while back, 'If any of you produce offspring before my 50th birthday, launching me into yet another generation, I will not be happy.' As it is, I've been 50 for 2 months exactly today. That's what I call sailing close to the wind.
So, I'm on tenterhooks, whatever the hell they are, waiting for news. Hang on. Am going to have to google ............... Wait there.
anxiously waiting for news about someone or something She was on tenterhooks until her son called and said he was not hurt.
Etymology: based on the literal meaning of tenterhook (a hook that holds cloth that is stretched to dry), suggesting that someone's emotions are tightly stretched like a piece of cloth held by tenterhooks
Cambridge Dictionary of American Idioms Copyright © Cambridge University Press 2003. Reproduced with permission.
Well, there you go. That's what tenterhooks are. And I'm on them. This morning, my alarm went off at 6 as usual so I could get up for work, and although half of my brain said, 'That's the alarm, fool,' the other half said, 'PHONE! BABY!' and I grabbed my mobile in panic.
I'm fascinated about how I'm going to settle into this new 'Granny' identity. I am as much use to the knitting world as Botox would be to Gordon Ramsay. I don't have Murray Mints or a clean hankie in my handbag. I don't wear a shawl in bed or read Woman's Weekly. And I don't like being in rocking chairs because I spill my wine.
Still, in the next week or so, I'm going to have a grandson. Watch this space, peoples. Fran is about to get officially old.
|The new Fran, knitting with tenterhooks and wishing she'd gone to Specsavers|