Babies and brothers and brothers' girlfriends who are also friends

A good week I think. All in all. Friday I babysat for a toddler - taught me an awful lot - the joy that can be had in holding TWO corn on the cobs at once, that babies really do laugh AT me, not with me, that I am getting old and am less of a dirty stop out than I thought, that bibs are quite useful, that nappies are more complicated than I thought, that baby gates are quite difficult to open when you are holding said baby and that actually, I am quite glad to hand babies back and don't want one at present. Was lovely though. Put the baby monitor on and checked it all of the time. Was also worrying about things like cot death. Was she sleeping in the right position? Had I put her nappy on correctly? Could she climb out of her cot?

Saturday I worked for an hour and then headed to a family do with masses of food in Cookham, Kent. Very nice - lots of hugs and chats and bad pictures. Then home with my brother Spud and his girlfriend and my friend, Rachel. We got lost. Very lost. We were heading to a party and I didn't have a clue. Managed to get there in the end and partied for roughly 15 minutes before heading home. Sunday was church and involved me organising pass the parcel with the whole church with forfits. Then Cape Cafe, our local hang-out, Jenny's for lunch, a bath, another service and mulled wine. Monday saw Spud and Roo leave after we had done some bonding in Ikea. I planned to catch up on stuff then but decided to make pancakes instead. Yum.

A poem for today:

Rain
Sky wet with rain,
heavy and grey.

Staring through the window,
waiting
I see:

Concrete, cold and dirty,
collecting puddles.

A girl on the pavement
catching drops on her tongue,
smiling at the sky.