Some people blog about politics or current affairs or deep philosophical matters. I sometimes find it a bit embarrassing when non-bloggy friends, on hearing about my blog, say with wonder, “What do you blog about?” and I say, “Um… the cats… the garden… the family… funny things students write… nothing very much, really.”
However, as you may have noticed, the blog has been even less wide-ranging recently, and has rather emphasised Grandson and other family members. I apologise for those less fascinated than I by this (or maybe any) baby. It’s partly at least to show the offspring who aren’t in Edinburgh how Grandson is doing but mainly, I suppose, just because I am a typically besotted Granny.
Son and fiancée came down from Perth this morning and we all (except, alas, Daughter 2, who’s in London) had lunch together. And a bit of cat time.
Oh, and some baby-admiring time.
Son’s washing machine in his rented Perth flat has broken down, so he came to do the washing as well as to admire his nephew. He and the young lady are having to change jobs and hospitals mid-week so while I prepared the lunch, she read about Accident and Emergency work as he mugged up on Orthopaedics. (He’s just finished a 12-day-on-the-trot stint on the current, completely different, job and is about to embark on night shift.) There will some young doctors who will have done less preparation for their new jobs. Look after yourselves with some care, Scottish people, while the changeovers take place in your local hospitals. Avoid having As or Es, for example. You might not be seen by Son's beloved.
Grandson caused his parents a bit of worry earlier this morning (not for the last time, I fear). He became rather wheezy - he has a bit of a snuffle. The midwife advised them to put him in a steamy atmosphere, which seemed to do the trick. All the same, Son gave him a bit of a check-up. He looked for intercostal or subcostal recession. (?) Happily, he didn’t find it.