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Go to sleep, babies,
Go to sleep, all,
I will stay to watch your breathing,
Sit awake to catch your fall -

Go to sleep, babies,
Dream exciting dreams;
My dreams are all too full of silence,
More frightening than screams.

Go to sleep, babies,
Sleep on my behalf,
And in the morning, please, awake.

Indicating is for wimps and sissies

Mind you, cardrivers at least have the excuse that on a lot of cars the indicator lights are all but invisible in daylight anyway, but what's the cyclists' excuse? I really, really hate having to assume that every single vehicle on the road is about to do an unannounced turn into my path. I hate it more when I'm right.

This morning I was often, often right.

What are the rules about indicating when doing a U-turn on a one-way street, anyone?

(Next rant: cycle lanes which force cyclists into narrow, dangerous drains, and drivers who think we should cycle in them).

In sewer ants

It took us three hours to talk to the insurance guy this evening. Luckily everyone had finished dinner before he arrived.

My medical history is the problem, I think. He says he's never needed two pages before. I expect that if they get my medical notes from the doctor they'll claim everything I listed as "ongoing symptoms" is cured, though; the NHS and I disagree on the status of my childbirth-related ailments.

Rob's was much simpler, since although he's had more different and exciting operations than I have, since all mine were related to the childbirth thing, the form had neat slots for them.

The salesman has written to the software people to complain that his drop-down box has no place for "full-time parent" other than "housewife" - it doesn't even have "househusband."