sarah how scary for you/Harry and really hope DD doesn't have to face more surgery. You may be, as you say, a coper - but do lean on others every now and then.
pixie Thank you. I'm offloading far more here than is usual for me, so if it all steps up gear you my regret telling me to PM you! 
siamese It is a very nice dress! I know wht you mean about wearing something that isn't really 'you' and everyone seeming to like it!
(speaking of dresses, I am wearing a different one to the 'dreary' one today - I needed to go a bit more glam, I think. I don't want pitying 'oh, she's obviously depressed and so wearing brown to a wedding...' looks. I reckon I've gone too far the other way, in my choice, but what the heck. I'm just gonna go with it (also I am wearing a wrap/pashmina too so it's not as 'exposed' as it looks. Dress here In addition, I went to the hairdressers this morning. Had about five inches cut off but it's still long so shows how desperately it was needed!)
bluey Rather you than me running the marathon - I can barely run for the bus! Lots of good luck (although I realise it's more about a good training program rather than luck! You suitably confident you're 'prepared'?) Have I missed that you're running for 'a cause'? If so, do you have a Just Giving page?
Poogate - well, we had a very full nappy yesterday that was, uh, semi solid. Not quite semi solid, actually. But an improvement over liquid. Please, please, it's a corner turned!
Have slept probably about two hours total last night; James constantly latching on (awful, but so nice for him to have a squidgy wet nappy come the morning rather than the bone dry ones of late) and my mind just...wouldn't let me switch off. DP also tossed and turned all night - he gave up about five am and got up. I'm quite sure the events across the road affected us both quite a bit more than I'd have ever imagined.
A van turned up with a photographer/tripod/equipment that the police ushered in, closely followed by two plain clothes officers who donned gloves, took clear bags in and eventually emerged with what looked like bags of rubbish. They all eventually left about 4pm. The parents haven't returned (which my logic says 'baby resuscitated, they've stayed at the hospital' or, 'the poor mite didn't make it and they can't face returning there'). I feel kinda ghoulish in a) wanting to know what has happened and b) feeling a need to talk about it - I'm usually utterly uninterested in 'gossip' (I know this isn't, exactly). Why am I all 'out of character'?