A baby's bedroom

7am call from Maureen, that Pat was having trouble with his catheter. Lorraine zoomed around, and I simply fell back asleep like a doghead. Toby called today, showing me a rushing river and gorgeous verdant hills in Japan. After Lorraine returned, and we'd breakfasted, we went off to Beth and James's house and hung out doing a few jobs, a fair amount of carrying things up the stairs. Lorraine and I papered the new baby's wall with wallpaper with foxes and rabbits and badgers and snails and frogs on. James and I popped back to my house to get a drill and buy some compost en route. Back at Squirrel's End we split into teams, Lorraine and James building the big cot in the baby's room. Beth sat with me, while I drilled a few holes into their bedroom windows and put in some bedside lights. Beth had bought these and they give you a multitude of lighting options, almost disco like. Beth doing well but rather drained now she is now in the last three or so weeks. 

The baby's little bedroom now definitely taking shape.

We had an early dinner , and we watched the last twenty minutes of Crystal Palace beating Manchester City in the FA cup final. Then we left them to it, as Beth was yawny and only half jokingly starts saying that 6pm is almost bedtime.  

Home and finally a boof onto the gold sofa, and half watched the Eurovision Song Contest. Israel to my surprise -- given their unpopularity for the genocide in Gaza -- almost winning with a massive public vote, for it with a very mediocre song. Uncharacteristically, I began weaving conspiracy theories. I suspect foul play.