What's in a name?

A rose by any other, after all, would smell as sweet (to paraphrase the original). Wouldn't it? So what's the big deal?



Having had the second-trimester scan last week, we now know the sex of Charlie's sibling-in-waiting. And we've started thinking about names. Sarah's begun making a list; I'm sharpening my red pencil. Although this time it should be easier as the only girls to cross my path professionally in the last fifteen years or so have been the nice sort you tend to get in the sixth-fo...