This is Kevin.

Ok, he won’t actually be known as Kevin, probably, that was just the kind of ‘working name’ I gave him when I learned he was due and due to be a boy. I didn’t want to know his gender, but lacked the ability to ‘unknow’ it once I learned. Logically its ‘a surprise’ whenever you learn the gender of the unborn child (notice the use of ‘child’ here in deference to the state of Alabama) but always seemed to me to be a surprise after the birth. But times change. Like, I used to be a carefree handsome young stud (ok, a thug) and now I am a grandparent of 2. Anyway, the Kevin thing was handy in that it stopped us referring to him as ‘da baby’ or ‘da unborn’ or ‘da thing’ or whatever vague and generic terms one usually uses in such delightful situations. Kev. The picture that paints a thousand nappies. Just not sure its as good a picture as the one above.

Important things first. Kevin’s first Spurs match will be the Champions League Final. As daughter said yesterday: ‘he has to know this is NOT normal’. He has time to learn that. Time to suffer. For now let’s just keep him warm and fed and comfortable and happy. Even though he’s not aware what ‘happy’ means. Because I was telling him some really funny things last night and he barely smiled. Perhaps mocking Arsenal’s upcoming trip to Azerbaijan is a bit subtle for someone 3 hours old. I’ll try again today.

Kev refused to start the birth process until Theresa May made her resignation official. Then ‘our’ waters broke, in celebration. Like everyone else in the country he also holds her ‘exit plan’ in complete contempt. And although he decided to be born in the limbo-land of not really having a Prime Minister, at least he can ‘enjoy’ the process of selecting a new one. From the merry band of tossers, self-servers, free-loaders, Europhobes, Europhiles and egomaniacs. Oh, and Michael Gove. Who, in my mind fits into none of the above categories. But who probably will lose out to arch-nemesis BoJo.

So that’s the excitement of the day. A new baby. A new thing to be obsessed about. A new toy. Which is pretty much how Lila will view her new brother too, for a while. Which, having seen what she does to some of her old toys, doesn’t bode too well for Kev at the moment. But he’s a little superstar.

Deliriously happy Sunday

A xxxx