Happy New Year to you all .
I can't believe it's forty years since I gave birth to my first born son at 12-50 a.m. New Years Day 1971 .
Now he's all growed up .
He was born to the sound of the hooters going off on Preston Dock , which I could here through the open window of the delievery room .Much water has flowed under the bridge since then and he was joined along the way by two brothers and a sister .
Five Grandchildren have also arrived and we eagerly await number six in March .
Not bad going really :0)