Still feeling generally sleep-deprived and awful. But nothing cheers me up like a nice afternoon in the nursing home! I was reminded of Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator - you know the bit where the grandparents take too much of the Vitawonk or Wonkavite and end up as old as Methuselah..well that's what they all looked like.

Read an interesting article today, about how mothers should treat their newborn babies. You can read it here if you wish. Apparently there are two schools of thought: the flowers-in-your-hair hippy camp or the baby bootcamp camp. I remember a good friend of mine, who, before the birth of her baby was adamant that she was going to follow the advice of The Contented Little Baby Book, which sets out a schedule for the baby which has to be stuck to completely rigidly, e.g. wake up at 2.15pm, feed, change, back to sleep by 3.30pm etc etc. It sounded mad, not least because the woman who wrote it has never had kids of her own. Of course, my friend abandoned the plan as soon as the bundle came along - you can't really tell a baby what to do all the time.

In other news, I don't think you have all met my PDA yet! (Well actually, I think most of you have) You can see a photo here That's not my hand, by the way.

I'd better go and finish this blasted report, damn its eyes.