It has been determined, much to my chagrin, and by family members allegedly much "wiser" than me, that the lad looks far more like his dad than like me. That's the little chap's loss, in m'humble. He could still have my brain and common sense, of course. And anyway, my mum told me tonight that I was the most beautiful baby she'd ever seen, and she did after all work in a maternity home for years. The one I was born in.   Mrs Steve's going up to London on the train tomorrow for a cuddle. I'm stuck at home for two days with bloody plumbers putting in a new boiler. Never mind, I'll be there before the weekend. We did facetime tonight, and I can tell y'all that we're the grandfather of the most beautiful child ever to grace this planet of ours!