You put your right leg in -

Linnea slept in her own room from about 9 pm to about 3:30 am. Then she came into our bed, because really, we can't be bothered soothing her back to sleep in her cot; everyone gets much more sleep if she comes to bed.

But her first night not in our room she slept six and a half hours uninterrupted. That's pretty amazing. I consider myself lucky to sleep three hours uninterrupted.

This morning, I discovered that she can dance the Hokey Cokey. She does "You put your right leg in, you put your right leg out, in out in out shake it all about," and then for "You do the hokey cokey and you turn around" she spins on the spot. She keeps turning for the "Oh hokey cokey cokey" refrain, then at the end there's this weird bit I never had as a child but all the Brits seem to know, which is "Arms straight knees bend rah rah rah" and she bends her knees, stretches her arms up, and wiggles appropriately.

She can also dance the "Dingle Dangle Scarecrow".

These important developmental milestones aren't in any of my "How to be a baby" books! Nor is "can carry a tune as long as it's a variant of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star".

NOLA horror stories continue to pour in. I appear to be out of weep. I'm getting quite big on rage though. I tried to watch TV news today for the first time in months and as soon as Bush showed up in a casual open-necked shirt, saluting people as though he was in the actual army, I was suppressing violent throw-things-at-the-telly urges.

Whoops, there goes my entry visa.

Anyway. I'm trying to decide whether to attempt to go on holiday to Barcelona this winter. I can't see any reason not to, really, except that it's an unjustifiable luxury when there is so much suffering in the world, which also applies to the bunch of hothouse flowers on my dining table. And to most things I do, really. Perhaps I have an overactive conscience.