The weekend in summary ... with an extra picture or two.

1. Saturday was cold and blustery.
   
   
   
   
   
   
2. But we went into London anyway, got off the underground at the picturesquely named Elephant and Castle, and visited the Imperial War Museum with my parents. Here's Emily next to an elephant mural in the subway. And Soph next to a mysterious winged person. There are no pictures of Stephen because he was at a football match with some of his friends.
   
   
3. The exhibition we went in to see - The Childrens' War - is wonderful. Parts of it are of course very distressing, but it is sensitively put-together, family-friendly, and absolutely fascinating.
   
   
4. Some of the docents are actually people who were child evacuees, and one can chat to them about their experiences. I think the children learned a lot. And the cost of visiting the museum? Nothing. Entrance is free.
   
   Here are the girls, looking at a piece of the Berlin Wall outside the museum.
   
   
   
   
   
   
5. I had put dinner in the crockpot before we left - a Moroccan lamb casserole. It was ready when we got home, and it was delicious.
   
   
6. Bobby had started feeling a bit grotty when we were out; by the time we'd finished supper he was feeling distinctly worse.
   
   
7. But I made him come with me to fetch Emily from her party at 10 anyway. I had dropped her off by myself at 7, at a house at the end of a long narrow lane. None of those houses have garages, which means that everyone parks in the street. Which means that there's a space literally 30cm wider than a car in which to drive down the street - and, since there's nowhere to turn at the bottom of the street - one has to reverse all the way back up the long street, between the enormous BMWs and Mercs lining both sides of the road, and out into a busy road. Ugh. I did not enjoy that process at all.
   
   
8. So I wanted him to wait in the car at the top of the road (no parking there, so I couldn't just leave the car) while I ran down to fetch her, so I could avoid the whole backing-out thing. All this teenage fetching and carrying is sometimes a real pain. Mind you, Stephen had simply walked to and from his party the night before ... but what's appropriate for a tall muscular 16 year old boy is not really an option for a petite thirteen year old girl, no matter how safe our neighbourhood seems.
   
   
9. Anyway, I felt absolutely terrible when I felt Bobby's forehead when we got home with Emily and realised he was burning hot.
   
   
10. He had a horrible night, and was too sick to come with us to have lunch with my very-pregnant cousin today. He's feeling marginally this evening after sleeping almost all day, but I am pretty sure that we won't be well enough for work tomorrow. He is rather miserable, to say the least; he doesn't cope with sickness very well, poor sweetie.
    
    
11. I can't wait to meet my cousin's baby! He's already 8 days overdue so he should be here soon.
    
    
12. It is neat that she and her husband haven't bought into that consumer thing of buying things for the baby. It's not often I find someone who's as minimalist with baby paraphernalia as Bobby and I were.