Molly's slept through most of the night two nights running, which is nice.
It's foggy here today. We could fancy a walk later, but I'm having big problems with the pram, which is like quantum physics in terms of trying to work out what the fuck's going on with it. After much cursing, it's all assembled bar the hood. This morning I'll ring the shop and see if they can talk me through it.
Thanks to everyone who's called by Pig Sty Avenue with best wishes and congratulations the last few days. The best way to thank a blogger is to give them a link, so:
Factobrunt (and Daisy)
Thanks again lads and lasses.
Now, another go with the pram, do some studying, and ponder a big question concerning the chickens' future... In between bouts of baby-gazing, that is.