Mr 14 missed a maths test a couple of weeks ago because he had an appointment to see an occupational therapist for his fractured finger. The receptionist joked with him and suggested he should ask for a dog if he scored 95% for his maths test when he eventually sits for it after the school holidays.
As we don’t have a dog, Miss 11 and Mr 8 are keen for him to do well – as in 95% well. As this type of result would be a wonderful achievement, my husband and I are also keen for him to do well – as in 95% well.
Miss 11 has already created a spreadsheet with a list of dogs, their characteristics and suitability for families. The kids were eager to name this dog – as yet unearned – but my husband and I shook our heads.
‘We already have a name for a dog,’ we told them. ‘We decided on the name Griffin for a dog even before we decided on names for you!’
Griffin, a mythical creature with the wings of an eagle and the body of a lion, comes from a series of books written and illustrated by Nick Bantock.
Mr 8 suggested that we could have called Mr 14 Griffin, since we liked the name so much. Footy commentators would have had a field day – and Griffin is in the ruck. He’s used the wings of an eagle to soar above the opposition but it’s the fierceness of his lion nature that scares the opposition away. What a winning combination! What a mark! What a goal!
Mr 14’s name contains the first name of his maternal grandfather as his second name, and the second name of his paternal grandfather as his first name.
I edited a baby names book when I was pregnant with Miss 11 – the most tedious project I have ever worked on! But it gave us her name.
And Mr 8’s name just seemed the most beautiful, appropriate name for him, and he also has my husband’s second name.
Both my sons would have had Rose as a second name, had they been girls. Sometimes I laugh with them and call them my Rose boys.
My protagonist in my first book is called Freya – she’s a little frayed around the edges. Her name just came to me, and it was exactly right.
I’m trying to think of a name for the antagonist – the baddie – in my second book. I’ve tried several names and none of them have stuck. He’s a conservative, narrow-minded man in his fifties who works for the local council. I’d welcome any suggestions, please! Give me the name of your most dreaded school teacher or your meanest sport coach or the miserly neighbour who growled at you when your balls went over the fence into his backyard.
At the moment, Griffin’s very existence depends upon Mr 14’s willingness to study Pythagorus’ theory. Cross your fingers for us!