No update for a while, sorry. M's mum came up to visit last week, and they went off into London, including a trip to St Pauls. As you can see from the size of me in this photo (taken about a week ago), I could not have coped with the stairs up to the whispering gallery!

We've been occupied with NCT classes and other preparations - one month until D-day now (theoretically) - although we did manage a cinema trip with Picul and Jim to see Indiana Jones this week. I'm still going to work, and hope to do so for another couple of weeks - although the journey is a little tiring, I will miss the stimulation (and distraction) once it's time to stop.

Feelin' hot, hot hot... but we spent the afternoon in St James's park picnicking, snoozing and reading, which was lovely. Gunny and Nana came to visit for dinner this week, then on Saturday M and I had our first NCT class. Picul came too (the plan is for her to be with us at the birth) and then Mum arrived in time for lunch, en route for Cambridge - but not before she and M drove round to collect a cot we were offered by a local family (hooray for Freecycle) which turns out to be just what we had in mind - it's quite like this one - the side slides right underneath so you can have it up to the side of your bed if you wish.

Marc is back, all sunburnt and even a bit skinnier, despite the regular consumption of home-made cakes in various churches along the way. He's put together a slideshow of photos of the trip. I meanwhile had a very pleasant time mooching about in Ealing, with visits from Sarah, AJ and Picul.

Have had a serious haircut, as it had got long enough to insist on falling into a religious-fundamentalist centre parting and I lacked the energy, skill or 'product' to dissuade it from doing so. So now it is short and choppy and all together more me. I know that cropping one's hair before the hormones make it all drop out anyway is a bit of a mummy-to-be cliche, but hey.
Waved M off for his bike ride this morning; he made it to Kings Cross for his train to Lincolnshire, and has just phoned from Grantham having survived the first day. I have lots of visits lined up over the long weekend, so will not be lonely.
Let us not speak of the elections; am still in denial about the grim probability of waking up tomorrow to mayor Boris. (Not in my bed, you understand - now that would be a horror.) At least the Lib Dems clung on to Liverpool by their fingernails...