A failed baby …

… Howard Jacobson: ‘I’m my mother’s son, which was terrible news for my father’. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

It’s just a thought: but could my father’s multi-competence – he fixed cars, too, rewired houses, replumbed bathrooms, tiled roofs, repaired washing machines – explain why my hands are good for nothing? Because – except for typing, and for that I use only my left forefinger – they weren’t ever needed.