The big breaking news from around here is that Amelie has just learnt how to pick up Chloe. Usually when the latter least expects it. I haven't managed to capture the event on film yet, but give it a week or so, and she'll have Chloe strapped into a buggy with a hat on.

Anyhoo, I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but having seen fifteen patients this morning, and then spent the afternoon at the hospital library, I feel decidedly ill this evening. Well, I've got a headache anyway. And I'm surprisingly tired. I expect I've caught some kind of hospital superbug or major tropical disease. But I'm sure I'll be fine in the morning.

So while I crawl into bed with a couple of paracetamol and a traumatised cat, here's a picture of a chicken...


I told Lisa I'd write a note to remind her to give her Mum the packet of chicken breasts we've been keeping in the fridge for her since Friday. But I decided that a picture speaks a thousand words. It's just a shame we didn't buy her any sausages. I'm much better at drawing pigs.