Four generations

This afternoon, Zaida, Boobie, Dad and Mum took me round to meet Alter-Boobie, my great grandmother, who's 92. She lives in Potters Bar as well so it was only a 5 minute drive in the car, but even then I fell asleep in the car seat.

Great-Boobie was very pleased to meet me. She tried to remember this traditional Yiddish custom of giving the new baby some money and then saying some sort of blessing, but she couldn't remember what the words were so she just gave me 50p instead. My first pocket money! - I grabbed it and didn't let go - and immediately stopped pulling my Slightly Miserable Face.



Here's four generations of the family then: the bloodline with Dad, Boobie, Great-Boobie and me!