My brother Joe and his wife Trish are now the very proud parents of Jack Patrick, born today in Newcastle, New South Wales. Jack Patrick shares his birthday with his grandmother in England – (good timing for the perfect birthday present for his granny!) His grandmother in Australia says he looks like me. Not sure whether or not to feel flattered by this!
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