Now what to call him.....

I spent the whole of yesterday on the serious business of royal baby watch. Clad in my union jack apron (from the royal wedding!). I say from; I wasn't actually there. That's a whole other blog about how I foolishly bought into the commercialisation of a couple's marriage. They don't know me and yet I allowed a shop to take my hard-earned money in order that I would feel as though I was part of the wedding. Hilarious right? But I'd do it again. Would I buy an apron or put up bunting up to celebrate the marriage of Persuade and Headlight...probably not. And that's a crying shame. 

Anyway I digress. So the royal baby  was all my favourite radio stations talked about. From the serious 'this marks a pivotal point where one must pause and seriously consider whether one is royalist or republican' REALLY?! To the less uptight 'wonder whether they'd ever be free to name the baby something like Poppy'. Now that's more like it! 

And then the little boy arrived safe and sound. Ushered in by one of the most accomplished and talented medical teams in the world. I wonder how many other babies were born in Britain and in the Commonwealth and around the world. How  different their life stories all are. 

So today 'name watch' begins! Methinks it would be refreshing to ditch the Phillip, Alexander and George for something more popular. How about the UK's most popular boy's name in 2010?? Mohammed? Perhaps not. Even Persuade or Headlight should be in the running. So up I get, don yet more royal family souvenirs and by the TV and twitter (new and happy convert) I wait.

Happy 'name-watch' day! 

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