I can't even think of a title for this today.

I'm trying far far too hard to think of something to say that isn't "Still no baby", but it would appear that this is the only topic that anyone wants to discuss.

From this I can only assume that I am such a phenomenal hider of secrets and withholder of information that no one would ever assume that such a thing had happened from my demeanour alone. My semi-slacker part-time couple of hours a morning slackness job at the cafe is back on and everyday this week someone has said to me "Still no baby?" - do I really strike you as the type of person so dedicated to teh art of sandwich making that I wouldn't skip work to be with my newly first born child? Really? I think not.

So I put in this picture of a baby to keep you quiet.

Just to drive me even more insane the weather has turned to super rainy, but only when I go outside. Twice today I have been drenched - once collecting a parcel and once exercising the dog. Gert really needs more exercise today, but it is pissing down and I just can't face going out there and getting soaked again, plus she has dog day care tomorrow so she'll get tons of looning about then.

Jo is going nuthouse crazy because all she can do is one brief excursion a day before she's knackered and the rest of the time she's stuck indoors doing not very much. I know I should be relishing this pre-baby peace, but it would be alot more fun if Jo wasn't 41 weeks pregnant.

Oh, and she had the baby last week.


Just teasing.