My first baby, was Roger’s nephew, N.
I was never particularly maternal. But I loved him and his little sister so, so much. I looked after them often, from birth.
He was a real character. Still is. Was his 32nd birthday yesterday, and I always check in with them.
He has never called me Aunty before. I was always Paula. I am also just Paula to my own nieces and nephew, too.
But I just loved this. Made my day.
BG and I visited him last August in Queensland. He was playing some pre-season polo after recovering from a smashed arm. First game back. Roger’s cousin and his wife (a couple I absolutely adore!) took us out to the polo. I hadn’t disclosed BG to anyone, and I was worried it might be a bit awkward.
BG took this pic of us…
It wasn’t weird. They were divine.
Love this ‘kid.’
Tearing at the Fabric 