Or , as they say in crafting Blogspeak, FO. The very little boy has finally turned up to claim his quilt.
Not, despite family fears, called Ptolemy, Horatio or Agamemnon he looks, according to his fond Papa, like a grumpy pixie. Middle Daughter is having a well-earned rest and Grandson has seen him and survived.
And we're all trying to restrain ourselves and not move in en masse, cooing .