In the meantime, the big news from around here is that Lisa and I have finally agreed on a name for our baby. With Amelie in St Leonards for a couple of days, the two of us were able to get a word in edgeways for a change and discuss the issue at length, with the result that Lisa finally came around to my way of thinking, and agreed on a name I suggested nine days ago. She claims it's been growing on her since last weekend, but in reality I think she's just accepted that I'm right.
I can't yet reveal the name for legal reasons, but even in combination with Gardner, it's not entirely unique. According to Facebook, there's another one living in Hertfordshire. He lists his interests as "sport, footy, nightclubs, gambling and poker", so if ours is the same, I'll have nothing to say to the boy. Unless the gambling refers to horses. Or failed lottery tickets.
But on the subject of horse racing, word has reached us from the easternmost parts of Sussex that our first-born is onto a good thing and riding her way to victory in the 2:30 at Hastings. We received this covert video footage via e-mail yesterday...
Obviously I'd have been happier if she'd rocked a little further and earned me £250 from You've Been Framed, but even so, she's come a long way in two years.
I put a lot of money on that horse back in January 2010, when I bought it for £4 from a charity shop in Haywards Heath. But the investment's paid dividends. She'll be sticking her brother on it in six months time and giving him a push.
Mind you, it's just as well I paid the price that I did. If the horse had been £3 cheaper, I could have ruined that town for good.