She is big and blue and Dutch and resembles nothing so much as a large armchair - which is fine, because my rubbish lungs preclude me cycling particularly fast anyway - and hence (to my surprise, because I do not normally go in for this sort of thing) she has been promptly christened Mary Chesterfield. I expect I'll forget the name almost straight away, but in the meantime, there we go. She is gorgeous! I am very excited.