Toothless

Frances, now just a week away from eight months old, is teething. This involves lots of drooling, wailing and general unhappiness on all fronts. Other than that she seems a happy lass and isn’t happy unless she’s either standing up or walking (with back-breaking assistance from Mum or Dad).

After the pandemonium of the weekend it’s returned to sleepy hollow this week. We had nobody in at all on Monday night, a party of seven from Singapore last night and nobody tonight. We did however have four in for dinner which helps keep things jogging along and stops Claire from getting too bored. And nobody in means that I don’t have to get up to do breakfast or cleaning.