We’re in Leicester this weekend to celebrate Katy’s un-birthday. We went ’round to meet up with Pam and Justin, two of Katy’s friends from way back who have recently had a little boy (he made page 3 of the Leics Mercury for being the 1st baby born in the hospital at the beginning of this year). We had a nice 5-hour chat about baby stuff, religion, politics and why shopping has replaced organized religion in Britain. It was a really relaxed afternoon and I really enjoyed myself. Ethan is a cutie. As it turns out, I’d correctly remembered that Pam had the same sort of pram/pushchair that we’re considering getting and we got some really good first-hand feedback. We had a test drive of the pram and found out that it will fit nicely in our car boot. That’s made up our mind and we’re going to be ordering it off tinternet soon.
It was really weird, and I can’t explain it very well, but I had the strongest case of deja-vu that I’ve had in a very long time while we were chatting in their sitting room; as well as the weirdest feeling that everything would be all right. Completely mental, I know, but there you go.
We stopped at Kubek on the way back to Katy’s parents’ house. They had a sale going on, though sadly the 4-poster bed we’ve been lusting after for the past 2 years wasn’t reduced and is still £1000 and therefore completely out of budget. One day… one day… it will be ours.
In completely unrelated news, tonight’s episode of Dr. Who has me positively giddy with anticipation for next week’s season finale. It promises to be most impressive, nail-biting, awe-inspiring grandiose explosion of goodness. I can’t wait.