I've booked the train ticket and Ronan is coming with me. We'll get into London at 4.30 on Monday 4th August and leave on Tuesday at 2.30 - not long, but they were dirt cheap tickets. We'll be occupied for a couple of hours in the evening, but footloose otherwise - that is, with or without each other as circumstances call us.
If the baby is born a few days early then hey, more important matters will take my time and Dave might be able to use the ticket.
Weeza and Phil are here for the weekend - that is, they are here Right Now, taking my car in the morning and I will see little of it, or them, for the next couple of days. The good news is that Phil has been offered the job he was interviewed for on Wednesday, and he has accepted it. It'll mean a 5 mile bike ride to the station every day though, and the return journey is uphill. I couldn't do it - but he is young and strong. He'll be fine, after the first agonising month.