I mentioned yesterday that the nurse at our scan described the baby as “naughty”. This personality trait is something that I’ve been worried about for sometime now. Just how naughty might our unborn child be?

If naughtiness is inherited then, I fear, it could well be the naughtiest child ever to walk the face of the planet. Although, I struggle to remember the specific events, my parents assure me, with some rose tinted satisfaction, that I was particularly naughty. I wouldn’t do as I was told and was always crying. I do have a memory of running down the street away from my mum in tears as the two of us went to visit my Grandma and Granddad in Deal, but other than that nothing really sticks out in my mind.

It’s Mrs C’s mother (Mrs A) that I am worried about though. Mrs C has very vivid memories of locking her Grandma (or Big Nana as they called her) in the cellar of her parents’ house. It was only after 30 minutes of Big Nana banging on cellar wall and the next door neighbour happening to go down in to their cellar that Big Nana was released from her time in the makeshift clink. This wouldn’t be too worrying by itself but at a family do, the very same story was told about Mrs A locking her Nana out doors in the freezing cold. Locking Nana’s out/in seems to be genetic.

Mrs A had better watch out. The only peace of mind that she can afford herself is that our little terrorist is going to be a boy and I was always very nice to my Grandparents; once you’d got me in their houses, that is.