The husband has been away again, playing golf this time, and the cats and I have been at home attempting to be productive. Well, I have been attempting to be productive – the cats have been sleeping, napping, and shedding hair all over the furniture. (And were my attempts successful? Well, to a certain extent. The washing is done. I think that counts).

I went out this morning to take some photos of work friend’s baby, who had just woken up and was in a happy smiling mood (thankfully, as the last time I saw her she wept tragically the entire time). She squeaked away, and spent a while chewing gummily on my knuckle, while I worried about whether it was actually clean enough to be chewed on. But she seemed to enjoy it. My knuckle has the baby seal of approval.