The sky's the limit

Today's photo was taken just before the culmination of 10 minutes of serious effort by Tom to get the ball. At first, he either couldn't find the strength to haul himself up or slipped and fell down. He would normally give up at this point and start crying for his Mum, but there was a real determination in him today, and I was very proud of him when he finally grabbed the ball. So was he in fact. He sat down and gave himself a big round of applause.

He slept pretty well last night, waking only once when he managed to throw his dummy out of the cot. I was out of it though. Apparently the radio came on in the middle of the night and I spoke total gibberish to Nik when she asked me to turn it off. I have no recollection of the incident whatsoever.

Today was one of the dull-but-dry days that makes it hard to know what to do, but as this is probably the last weekend that we have use of the Honda (and therefore the fuel card), we thought it would be a good idea to visit an NT property a bit further afield before we have to use our (apparently somewhat thirsty) new car. We decided on Croome Park on the edge of the Cotswolds, which was pleasant enough but not terribly exciting. We had an all-day breakfast in an old refurbished RAF hospital; nice food and very cheap by NT standards, but I seemed to spend forever queueing up for it. We thought we'd stop at Bridgnorth for a walk along the Severn on the way back, but it started raining as soon as we arrived, so we cut our losses and came home to give Tom his ladder climbing lesson.

Roast pork and a nice bottle of red tonight, which I'm very much looking forward to, and we mustn't forget to watch the second half of 'Australia' that we started last night.