10 days to B-Day

[ailbhe]

It was about 8 pm that my mother first saw Linnea, too - round about now, 355 days ago. Gosh.

It's been a good year.

No, really - it has. I mean, yes, lots of it was bloody awful, but it's been good. I'm happy. Rob's happy. Linnea's asleep, but if she was awake she'd be happy. And whiny because she'd be tired. But happy.

Today a nice man helped me get the buggy across a gutter-stream of Suspiciously Brown Water. It hadn't been raining; it was clearly something burst or overflowing or similar, and I didn't want to get the buggy quite that dirty on my way into town. A woman at the crossing also offered to help but the man leapt manfully to the rescue before she had a chance.

Tomorrow is one of Linnea's swimming lessons, followed by NCT Coffee at the Rectory. I do like the Rectory; it's where all the second-hand books for church sales go to be sorted. We have a new swimming nappy for Linnea, but we're not sure it's big enough. Find out tomorrow. If necessary, I can sacrifice a regular nappy wrap to the cause, though the chlorine ruins the waterproofing so I'd rather not. If it fits in the "will go on" sense I can always buy one that actually fits on Friday.

On the new pope - I really don't care very much. I'm a bit sad about it, but not terribly angry. I guess I still don't have enough left over to get angry about things like that. I bet my aunts are thrilled, though - at least one of them was annoyed about JPII being elected because he was too conservative for her at the time.