Cogs are beginning to turn. Pieces being slowly shifted around and re-assembled where they need to be.
Trx has been having contractions every ten minutes all afternoon and is starting ot move into gear. Hoping of course that it calms down again as we have another five or six weeks to go, but these signs are a very good indicator that its time we started 'rolling the ball'.
Her bag is packed (!!!) and tonight I have been on a mission round the neighbourhood collecting 'things':
A sling, which we bought for Flo that has done our four and been loaned to various other people for six months at a time in between each of them. Theo has now outgrown it so we can have it back to carry ours around in.
A beautiful wicker Moses basket that is about to carry its tenth baby. Brand new linen brought for it by the present incumbent and it becomes our turn.
Nappies is another great one.
We've always done the Cottom Bottoms laundry thing and have over the last ten years accumulate a stockpile of nappies of all different sizes. Half a dozen other folks have contributed to this, replacing old with new at approriate times. I've today picked up 30 first size again from Theo and just delivered 40 of the biggest to someone else that we've had saved up since LC gave it up before Christmas.
The clothes mountain will be next to take its palce in the line.
I have toyed with the idea this time round of buying a brand new 'travel system' for baby (around £300??) which I can justify because I know it will go on to serve at least half a dozen other families on the circuit over the next five years or so. Tis a fine system, and great to be part of.
Mind you, what was supposed to take me an hour (three visits) ended up taking nearly three because, of course, I had to stop for coffee/beer/wine/cake/Shreddies at the various addresses. And admire children's artwork, help carry a computer upstairs, borrow a CD...

This was after spending the previous hour and a half on the phone.
Mum is in in hospital, and by the sound of it quite ill.
Guessed something was wrong when Dad rang just after seven. What is with Dad's of that generation? He NEVER rings.
Seems she has spent two days with serious pains in her chest/stomach and went to the GP this morning about it. But on the way turned 'a funny colour' and started to be sick in the car.
They get to the surgery and she's feeling worse, and my worried dad went into the surgery asking for immediate assistance.
Arriving back at the car with a nurse, they find Mum completely unconscious and hardly breathing. Worse - she had to be zapped back into life with those awful paddle-electro-thingies.
Thankfully she was at the best place, and rushed into hospital by ambulance with tubes sticking out of her arm/chest/nose/tummy and is now talkign and looking vaguely human.
Turns out - thanks Dad at last for telling me - this is the third time she's passed out in the last two years. By far the worst, but something is not right somewhere. Its no doubt an imbalance in her ongoing medication for Addison's and now diabetes.
He has promised to ring me tomorrow morning once he's been to visit her.

Here, then, is the new perspective.

Jesus, be the centre
Be my path
Lord, be my guide
Jesus, be the centre
Be my source
Lord, be my light

Jesus, be my vision
Be my hope
Lord, be my song

Blokey came round this afternoon to have a chat with the builder.
Is he actually avoiding me?
"I'm going to have to go to the Land Registry now. Half this path is on my land."
Builder man made three good points. Not to him, but reporting this to us before he went home.
One - he obviously hadn't been to the Land Registry BEFORE he wrote the letter to us. And as if its some big, scary threatening place? Anyone can go anytime and look up their house deeds. Doesn't he have a copy?
A plan at 1:1250 scale shows the house and garden to be about 10mm squrre, drawn around with a felt tip. The little dip in the line where his 'boundary' joins our house is just under a millimetre on our plan. Do the maths. 0.5mm x 1250mm = 625cm. What's that, 2feet? At least.
TwoIts now only half the wall that's on his land. It was 'the wall' when he wrote the letter. I think shifting argument like this weakens position? But I'm not a psychologist.
ThreeAs that boundary is his responsibility (his dad's) then it stands to reason some of it is on his land.
I wish this silly nuisance would just go away.
I really can't be bothered to deal with it now.
Like I said before, its such trivia.
I hesitate to say 'get a life' because I can understand his point and it is just the way some people are. But really - how much does this all actually matter.