Whence is it fled?

Hmm. I'm not sure where this week went. Missing Monday seems to have had the effect of telescoping the rest of the week into about half an hour. Yesterday afternoon I caught myself thinking "right, it's about time I planned my work for the week ... oh".

I have eleven working days left. I'll be completely dazed by the end of it, I reckon.

I've got noticeably larger in the last couple of weeks. My inner child is growing its brain, say the books. My GP, ever encouraging, continues to exclaim what a big baby I've got. (I've decided I have a big cervix too.)

This business of bringing new people into the world - you couldn't make it up, could you?