OK, sorted.
Anyway, what I wanted to post before my older sister called was that I went in to visit Mark this afternoon. He is fine.
I thought that by now I'd have got over the thrill of seeing a tiny baby, but gosh, no. He is soo sweat. What I like most about tiny babies is their hands, so tiny and frail, I love it when they grip onto your fingers, oh boy...
Anyway. Baby is fine, Mum is finer, but they are both going to have to stay in for about another five days while the baby gets stronger.
*sigh*
I think I'll have a nervious breakdown before then. It is really stressfull trying to look after the house and all the kids, even with G & G here.
Oh well,
Bye,
Zoot the American Count Von Beauregard(not real name!)