I’m off to London this afternoon to meet Wink for dinner and a concert, coming back on the late train tonight. We’ve been seeing a lot of each other this year, which is great. She has visited here a couple of times already, most notably for the blog party, we have been to India together and we’re having a few days together later this month as well. I’m a bit daunted by the realisation that it’s July already. A lot has happened, one way and another this year, but time always seems to run away with me past midsummer and then it’s my birthday and that means that summer is really over.
I sent Weeza a text yesterday and in her reply she mentioned that Augustus has croup, poor child. Whoever heard of a baby getting croup in the middle of summer? He was all right when we saw him on Wednesday, but started getting wheezy and unwell the next day, so she took him to the doctor. Wasn’t the best timing, with Phil going off on his bike ride and he offered to stay, but Weeza said she’d be all right. I hope they had a good night.