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.
|The new Fran, knitting with tenterhooks and wishing she'd gone to Specsavers|