The Bigster turns 13 on Saturday.

Which of course leads to lots of conversations of the “We are SO not old enough to have a thirteen year old daughter” variety.

Not this year, though. I read an article last week (yes, back at the Daily Mail … I can’t keep away) about “one of the UK’s youngest grandparents” – grandad is 29 and mum is 30.

Even allowing for a couple of years for a (relatively) late bloomer, that means that one of us (NOT ME!) could technically be a GREAT grandparent.

The horror.