Rant Rant Rant

The evil twin is spawning. Yesterday the saintly mother re-arranged her ticket from Perth because the spawn didn't have its head engaged, but, typically, evil one has inconvenienced everyone and gone ahead and gone into labour. Six thirty this am all 3 of our phones rang at once and five minutes later a squeaking-with-excitement K leapt out of the house with her jammies still sticking out of her frock and belted off down Greeves Street to collect the spawners.
In the interest of being some use at a more civilised hour, I went back to sleep.
I know, always thinking of others.
Apparently it'll be around 10 hours before Sebastian arrives. Sebastian. Poency name, but I am secretly quite excited. I'm going in at lunchtime. It is a bit like going to the airport, I think: waiting around, food out of machines, and then a most interesting person comes through the gates and you get to go home. Not so much to look at holiday snaps but.

posted by Annie B @ 12:38 PM