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Thursday, December 15, 2005

Still unable to bend left leg so am perfecting Dr Who monster lurch. Frustratingly slow: am reminded of a comment made on one of those '900 Years of Dr Who'-type docos, when one of the producers suggested that the best means of escape from a Dr Who monster was to walk away briskly. Rebecca, on the other hand, sprints for all she is worth and it is more than frustrating to be unable to intervene in her frequent plummets.

Speaking of the wee'un, the latest milestone is that, seeing the twisted remains of her portable cot the other morning, we decided it was about time to get her a big girl bed. However as we have as yet nowhere to put such an item (but watch this space!) we have got her an interim bed - a 'king single' inflatable mattress from the Ware-whare. So, less far to fall should she take a midnight tumble, and handy for trips to Auckland. Bug herself absolutely delighted with the new sleeping arrangement - radiant smiles last night when she saw it all made up with her bedtime companions Leo and Medium Bunny tucked in and waiting for her. She crawled in and lay there beaming and crooning 'Sleepies?' and looking most pleased with herself. And this morning after breakfast she kept getting back in and pulling the covers up to her chin, saying 'Sleepies? Yeh? Yeh?' Clearly a child after my own heart, not to mention chromosomes.

Did I mention it's all going astonishingly well on the house-and-job front? Will let J elaborate.

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