It’s another beautiful, sunny, frosty day, I love it when the weather’s like this. If Christmas could be like this – wherever we happen to be – I’ll be happy. Eddie’s off for a bike ride with Richard, clad in his swanky new gel-pad shorts, roll on the days I’ll be back in the saddle (horse or bike come to think of it) again.
It’s great having Eddie at home in the week, if only we could win the lottery and pootle like this every day. Must go and check my numbers just in case.
Went to see Annie Smith yesterday which was lovely, we put the world to rights over Covent Garden soup and Waitrose’s finest chocolate and pecan muffins. Feeling very reassured about the whole baby thing, and not so alone with it all.
Off into town later to replace the horrible lampshade I bought for the nursery in a fit of madness, and some large pants. The glamour never ends….
William's First Year 