I’m a bit tired.  Also I have a horrible sore throat.  I spent my lunchtime whizzing a friend’s baby daughter around outside a pub.  She’s 11 months old, so I felt a bit more willing and able to turn her upside down and run around with her held aloft.  I look forward to being able to chuck E about with such abandon.  I think she’ll enjoy it.

She took her first trip on the tube this week, on the Victoria line down to Oxford Circus, and then out to John Lewis.  She was very well behaved, all things considered, and it was a nice day out.  We even ate a cooked meal!  Us!  And I tried on slings, and then bought one.  Soon I shall be able to wander round with a baby attached like it’s no big deal.  Cool.