Off, Off, Off

I didn't quite make the deadline for the Spanish Christening Shawl - Henry was born at 9.14am on Tuesday morning. He has red hair and weighed 7lb some. I don't think he'll feel the miss of the shawl for a day or two, which is just as well because I am off, off, off. Tomorrow morning, far too early to comtemplate, I will be whisked off to this delightful spot. Friends of ours bought this place when it was a wreck and did it up and it looks lovely. Full report later.

I shan't be taking any knitting because the airline thinks that anyone with a knitting needle is almost certain to be a terrorist. I have no words left for the stupidity of all this. Don't get me started.

I'll be back on Wednesday. How will you live without me? Somehow, I think you'll manage.