They both stand together, side by side and check me out from head to toe. My eyes flick to my mom for a second, wondering if this behavior is normal or if I should say something to dispel this awkwardness. “I’m your grandfather but you can call me Mick,” Mick thrusts his hand forward for me to shake and I take it, grateful he’s not a hugger like his wife. “We came to know we had a grandson a few minutes ago so we’re certainly shocked.”

“But it is a good shock.” My grandmother adds, “A very good shock. I’m Pauline by the way, your grandmother.” She looks a bit...