It is very restful, having the house to ourselves again.

I love having house guests, but six weeks at a time is really too long. Not doing that again, I don't think... I think the thing I found hardest about having Bobby's mum here was that she likes to have people around her at all times, so I never felt that I could (for instance) go upstairs and read by myself. I'm all alone in our lovely unclutttered loft bedroom right now (all the children are asleep, and Bobby is puttering with his plane in the conservatory) and it's blissful.

Emily's appointment with the endocrinologist went well. She's 158cm tall now, which puts her at the 25th percentile. Which is amazingly wonderful, when I think how she used to be way, way below the very bottom red line on the chart. Slightly less wonderful is her weight. At 39 kilos, she is still quite a bit below the 5th percentile. She eats pretty well at meal-times these days (it still makes me happy when I see her enjoying her food, because we had so many years when she simply wasn't interested in eating), but I think that we need to push the high-calorie snacks a bit more.

Back to normal at work tomorrow. It's going to feel odd to be teaching again, after the six peaceful days of inset we've had while the students have been writing exams. I've been able to get masses and masses of preparation done, so I'm pretty much organised for the next half-term. It feels good to be more-or-less on top of things for once.