Spent yesterday visiting dad-in-law and very pregnant sis-in-law.
The former has bought a very cute bungalow in a small cul-de-sac area. Very quiet, surrounded by similar looking bungalows with simliar aged occupants. It's really time for him to move on as the house he currently has is way too big for him. He never goes upstairs as there are only 2 bedrooms up there, neither of which he sleeps in. The garden, which was my mum-in-laws project, is now far too big for him to maintain, or to really care about maintaining. So, all being well he and dogs Ricky and Molly should be moved in by September.
My sis-in-law STILL looks great despite having a HUGE bump to carry around. She's got about 3 weeks to go. My friend is due on Tuesday and I have a little wager on with my other friend on what it is going to be and when it will be born. I am sure there are various moral codes we are breaking here betting on our good friend but for the life of me I can't fathom them out. 
Oh, and it's bloody cold today.
