Two days ago I drove up to Roehampton in South West London to see my nephew M---, his girlfirend C---, and their baby girl of ten weeks, Matilda. It was my first meeting with this charming little person. I think she was a bit puzzled as to just who I was, but then it was also quite clear that her world was only now getting into sharper focus, and many things - in fact practically everything not within easy reach - was very, very puzzling to her! Her eyes were everywhere. But she knew who Mummy and Daddy were! And clearly she was very satisfied with the present state of affairs, and her entire life history so far. For their part, M--- and C--- were bursting with pride. Both said that having a baby, this baby, was all either of them ever really wanted. It was very evident that they were telling me the literal truth. Matilda is so precious, so loved.
I hope Matilda will bond with me a bit as time goes on. She is, of course, the first person born in our family who will know me as Lucy, and as nobody else. That's a reason, though not the only one by any means, why she's extra special to me.
Enough words. Let's get to the pictures! First, proud Mummy with the star of the show, then Mummy and Daddy:
And then that pesky Auntie Lucy gets in on the action:
Three generations there! M--- is of course my late brother's son. He resembles my late brother very strongly. There are thirty years between M--- and me, thirty years between himself and his baby daughter. For some reason, I seem to have the biggest nose. It didn't stop me holding the baby.
You won't have seen me doing this before! Matilda was very well behaved. I think you can see how I felt from the pictures.
Well, that's enough of my face. Shall we see some more of the baby? Oh yes, let's.
As I said, just ten weeks old. Her whole life ahead.