Oooh, Astrid’s going to love having a little baby sister all of her own. At Lorraine’s â€“ her childminder’s â€“ she loves it when baby Orlando is there. She helps change nappies, fetch wipes from the buggy and generally hangs around waiting to help wherever she can.
We’re starting to get the odd word here and there. On Friday it was ‘bin’. Yesterday we got ‘I like that’ and today, nothing. We’re sure her first proper word will be supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (perhaps if we remove the dummy she’ll speak).
I must confess I often wish I had me-versions of Astrid’s clothes. It’s very country-ish where we live so going out in cable knit tights, lambskin boots and a few layers doesn’t look at all out of place. But sometimes I think I dress just a little bit too much like Helena Bohnham Carter (who incidentally also lives around here) so I’m just itching to go on maternity leave (hurry up) and use some of that gorgeous Linnet fabric I’ve been salting away.
Kevin’s back to work tomorrow. He’s been off sick all of last week, following the preceeding week where Astrid had gastro. On Friday afternoon we walked across the Heath to Swain’s Lane, where they have such things as a greengrocer, a butcher, a wineshop, an organic food shop and even a flower shop. And two cafÃ©s. One with grouchy staff and quite good cake and one with nice staff where they have delicious fresh red-currant cheesecake.
Yes. Red-currants. My favourite berries. Ever.