Messrs H & H

Slept heavily after yesterday's massage. Another day on tenterhooks. Beth being induced and so on. Lorraine and I spent the day thinking she was going to go into labour at any moment. I can't really imagine what it will be like for Beth and James. 

After doing some writing this morning, rather a good morning where I am having a few ahah moments. Pottered off the gym for a bit today, but having twinged my lower back earlier in the week I took it fairly easy on the cross trainer. 

Very hot day and we are in a heatwave. 

In the afternoon some work in the garage, and I built another of the metal shelving units. Only one more to go now. Pouring with sweat doing it.

Then to meet Messrs H and H in the Evening Star. Telling them about the imminent birth. Lots of sagacious fatherly advice and a rather too graphic description of cutting the umbilical cord with a tiny pair of scissors from Peter.  We went to Fatto a Mano for a cheeky pizza, and went to the Green Dragon, a Brighton pub I never go in but was in fact rather good.

Home, having kept in touch with Lorraine in case of news, but there was no news. As I walked down Salisbury Road quite late, the herring gull on our roof started screaming and diving at me even though I was several houses away. It hates me.

A glimpse out of the Evening Star on a hot night in Brighton.