Hi, guys. My friend
Margaret has just become a grandmother - again, a little boy after one boy and three girls. So far, so good.
Her late husbnd was
Robert, an excellent man. Her daughter's married to a lovely guy called
Ernst, from an Afrikaans family; his father is
Eben (EE-uh-b'n), short for Ebeneser - biblical names often happen in Afrikaans families.
And the new baby, you cry -what is the new baby's name?
Roben. Not
Robin, Roben. And, one is told cheerfully, he can go by either
Rob or
Ben. (Wonderful names, honest - but, well, not when joined together like something genetically modified.)
I'm taking this rather badly.
No word of a middle name yet, and frankly I dare not ask.