Unfortunately, the view from my living room window (taking in the south facing communal courtyard) currently looks like this:
![Snow, really.](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTUdSpPZddhmKoFyrOcWZMh9qSyffvWA5i-QH1GqPJ3CuKuOVM-_5cKuLmjxRTy5k10Pb0VF_5BO7Vy7GBXuKXoekSl8PlL-8mGINhMOQwxqSHWfrZ7KZvQBTH97PJRIs-BGC-OA/s400/April+Snow.jpg)
That's the front door of the £200,000 patio-level flat you can see there.
Anyhoo, call me insane, but the thought of walking halfway to Lewes, uphill, in a snowstorm doesn't really appeal to me, so I'm staying in. I'll go next year instead. Possibly with a pram.
Actually, on the subject of children, we received a gift yesterday from Lisa's mother...
![Because they're cuter when they're asleep.](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1v48xt0eol_nnI0sb_t4DfIoXgLvds83_5YFJcfou6N9f0U43ufccOkWOj20oB-6uFVKDCzSbTHbFBxB2NEl8M3_hf1DNkpcLfziKnxa0dFLSVeYpVNePI2PYTWPiVDsuzYC9rA/s200/sleep+problems.jpg)
Anyway, bearing in mind that my neighbours are inclined to bang on the ceiling if I make Lisa laugh after 10pm, it's probably just as well to have a book of advice on crying babies. If all else fails, I can use it to beat the child unconscious. Lisa's already read a couple of chapters, while I've flicked through the index, looking for a chapter on partying Poles, which are the main cause of my sleep problems.
Sadly I didn't find anything on that, but I did find this:
![Headbanger](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6zT2UYIDaGjTnO0HiTRVN_H8fzoSYXOSf4nc1nf-7MaxJ8GP2QVJpNycjMuYZvweGQ-f5uc9eqhJO23AxQX4tVHU6p4Wn3mpbaM2Wh5L1jBuyGDdvFdw6z7-79jlDUQNc7YkcZA/s320/headbanging.jpg)
All of which are dances I've done at weddings. I know more about babies than I thought.
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