Weeza sent a text this morning, saying that she'd realised she had a midwife's appointment, and could I babysit? I had already thought about it, and reckoned that she wouldn't feel like going out for dinner, so I went and bought fillet steak, vegetables, fruit and flowers and took some Schloer and some good beer from the fridge and took them over for their dinner.
It was small enough, but she cried on my shoulder. That is very unlike my Weeza. She pulled herself together rapidly, however and went off for her appointment.
All is fine, the baby is in the right place and fully engaged, we're reasonably hopeful that it won't be long. I'm very on edge. When your daughter is having a baby, it feels doubly worrying and doubly wonderful - I really can't think about anything else or settle to anything. Zerlina has come back here again for the weekend, the plan is to go over on Sunday. We're willing the baby to be born tomorrow.
Delicious food in the greengrocer's. Have you come across little flat peaches? I'd never seen them before last year and they are lovely. Do try them if you come across them. Also, Tim had cobnuts in for the first time this year. I doubt they're Kentish ones yet, I expect they are French, but I didn't ask, I just bought enough for both Weeza and me (of course we're willing to share, of course, if there are any left).