Recently I was lucky enough to be visited by the Greek stork from Mount Olympus who bestowed me with a very precious gift…
Weighing 7 pounds 2 and resembling an angry, squashed egg my little Greek prince was delivered on Good Friday after a long and arduous battle with Eileithyia the Greek goddess of childbirth.
As Greek tradition dictates, my Greek man and I have officially named him after my father-in-law who naturally is called by a different name to his real name (!) because his real name is a bit long… and so his nickname is also the same as my brother’s name which is ANDREAS. Confused.com.
So, I’ve decided to just nickname my little sprog Pip. (Hence the dedication in my most recent short-story Seraphina). Because let’s face it he is basically a seedling. And I always liked Pip in Great Expectations. And there was something strangely attractive about Pippin from Lord of the Rings.
Due to my current status as a new mum I might not be able to post so regularly for the time being so apologies in advance, but know that I WILL be returning with more Greek tales very soon.
I am now hoping to work on a series of children’s books so will continue to keep you all updated. Thank you so much to everyone who has sent their good wishes at this wonderful time xoxo 🙂 🙂 🙂
P.S Yes of course he is wearing a vest with the Greek flag and Hellas emblazoned on it…what else?! OPA!