You wait until Edgbaston, me old cobber

All good here. In fact, we’ve had a lovely week or so if you ignore the cricket, which I will.

My old Brentwood mate Nick arrived in town on Thursday for the term of his natural life, as they used to say here. We caught up with him on Friday for dinner and drinks and a gig in town (Bloc Party at the Metro – excellent). M&B had to duck out on the last bit but otherwise it was an all-round good night. Nick headed up to Brisbane the next day but not for long if he has any sense.

Saturday we headed up to Avoca for Beth’s first taste of the Central Coast. It was great to have a relaxing time up there, eating Thai takeaway, watching movies and strolling along the beach. The real magic moment came on Sunday afternoon when we were able to sit on the sand as a pod of dolphins splashed around just a few metres away. Amazing.

The other big fillip came in the form of a text message from faraway North London, announcing the arrival of Frances & Simon’s baby Maya Grace. Huzzah!

The rest of the week has had me back at work (booooring) and Michelle looking after a somewhat unsettled Beth at home. The 6-week growth spurt is on, and apparently it’s usually a bad time sleep-wise. On the other hand, we had a very definite (well, very possible) smile yesterday, which got both me and M feeling very excited and sooky. Call me biased, but Beth really is a very cute baby.

Zipadeedoodah xx