'Really mother! I am thirty-five and just maybe I don't want kids', replied Vera.
'Look, I am past even caring if you marry first, a grandson, just the one'
'So what if I had a girl?' Vera sat stirring her coffee while her mother digested that one.
'I don't think I'd mind if it was a bloody alien at this point, you know me, I move with the times."
Vera shook her head. Nobody she knew had ever given birth to an alien.