Blotchy boy

As you can from the photo, Tom's rash hasn't got any better, it's just moved north from his nappy line to his chest. It looks ghastly, but he still doesn't seem aware of it in the slightest. Thank God. Still, I think a trip to the health centre tomorrow is probably in order.

It's been a fairly quiet day for us. We popped into Newport this morning to spend £20 worth of Waitrose vouchers we had. That's about 5 items in Waitrose, but as I write this, I'm being tormented by the droolworthy smell of a belly pork joint roasting slowly in the oven. I've also opened a nice-looking bottle of French Merlot. Oh yes, it's gourmet nosh tonight.

Community spirit took over in Eastwood Drive this afternoon, as all of us (including Tom and Jodie) and all four Gouges set about mending the railings that Nik, ahem, encountered in the car the other day. We were busy wondering how on earth to bend them back into shape (they're quite thick and very stiff), but our genius neighbours from no. 53 suggested just swapping the panel in question with one that's hidden by the hedge. So that's what we did. How did we not think of that?

I did a bit of indoor refurbishment today as well, and Tom's lovely wooden aeroplane mobile is now hanging directly above his cot instead of just dangling from the light-shade. He seems very happy with the new arrangement and spent a good few minutes transfixed by it.

Right, time to go back up and see if dinner's ready.