A lazy Bank Holiday photo blog

And what a lovely lazy day it was. After lunch, when Emily had gone down for her nap, I decided to have a bath rather than a shower since no-one could possibly disturb me and ask me to do anything in the bath, and it was marvellous! Don't worry, there's no pictures of it. But I did manage to finish my book (Alan Bennett's An Uncommon Reader, which I enjoyed more than I thought I would). Can't ask for much more than that.

In other news, we had a still life class....


...baked some scones (bear in mind that this is the size of the pile of scones after we'd all stuffed our faces - and that includes Emily, who ate a scone and a half!)....

...lazed in the garden under the neighbour's beautiful apple tree...


...and admired all the stuff that's coming up in our vegetable patch.


And now to catch up with Lost - not sure how much Husbandio is enjoying it, but I remain hooked!

Drool

Not a title I thought I'd ever use for a blog post, but there we go.

I took Emily to the doctor's twice this week - once to check out her laryngitis and sore throat, and then again a few days later when she'd been for about 36 hours without doing a wee. Or doing very very small wees, and having extremely dry nappies - bit hard to tell with the quality of modern nappies. The GP was pretty worried and even phoned the on call paediatrician at Stoke Mandeville, but we took the decision to leave her overnight and even though she had a dry nappy the next day, she finally did a reasonable size wee when I changed her nappy. Maybe she just wanted a clean nappy!

She seems back to normal now, but I did have awful visions of kidney failure (looking on the bright side!). I think I've now figured out what happened. First she had a sore throat and was teething, and then a day later she also developed a cold sore - the amount of dribble which these three factors created was beyond belief. She was going through 3 or 4 bibs each day, and soaking her clothes. Each bib plopped into the laundry basket, so no wonder she wasn't weeing, she was probably dehydrated from all that drool - it was like living with one of those really dribbly dogs. And now her throat's better, the tooth's through, and the cold sore is on the way out, so the dribble is reduced and normal wee service is resumed. Thank goodness for that.

Let's hope we can make it through next week without gracing the GP's surgery with our presence!