dau cant dau ddeg un

Time with God.

Jenny's texts.

Dad's email.

Kat's support. Again.

The female receptionist at the hospital telling me her name was Fred (should I publish that?) and me instantly having images of the papier mache chicken Issy made, which we christened by that name. Trying very hard not to laugh.

Issy ringing just to say hi.

Chatting to Katie on MSN, especially her justification for watching celebrity big brother: "I watch it purely for psychological purposes you understand, it's a great insight into the manifestation of madness".

All in all, it hasn't been a bad day really.

If I lay here