It doesn’t seem like 36 years ago that, living in Gibraltar, I took Carol to the Royal Naval hospital to have Benita. We already had two daughters and I told Carol we were about to have a third. I was so adamant I had ordered a dress to be made from a local tailor. “How can you say that, how can you possibly know?” she asked. I don’t know how I knew but I did – and the weird thing is I’ve correctly predicted gender for dozens of friends since. I guess it must be my party piece.
Meanwhile ‘Happy birthday to my beautiful girl – love Daddy x’