Julia was born on the 18th November 1955, by which time we had moved to rented accommodation as the new house we were buying was still not ready. I went back to my old home for Julia's birth, where I had a manic Irish midwife to help me.
Ha..! Julia was nearly born in a bucket! The wretched woman had given me an enema to speed things up, for heavens' sake! That was not the end of the stupidity. A so-called `friend' of Brian's mother had told her that I had given birth to twins - the poor woman nearly passed out with horror! The fact that she had a new granddaughter was totally spoiled for her.
Here I must put in a word about `names'. When we told Brian's mother that we were naming our first baby `Andrew Marcus', she was most put out. “Why not Tom or Robin” says she. “ROBIN” roared Brian, “my name is bad enough”.
When she was told that Grandfather's second name had been Andrew, she accepted that, but `Marcus'. I had been reading a book on `sayings of Marcus Aureleus' and we both liked the name. She only came to accept Marcus when she read in the paper that there was a politician called Marcus Lipton.
Julia was the next battleground. She eventually accepted that when we said her middle name was to be Elizabeth, but that did not stop her trying to get us to put Elizabeth first.
We didn't!
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