Congratulations, seven! I love how you hung on to her, or she hung on to you! And she must seem so much more...ripe and squishy, given how much longer she was "browning" - lovely.
Nice ice bucketing, Oi!I thought you were really going to dump the martini over yourself! 
NorthernChinchilla, I thougth of you when I saw an ad for a new Poirot book! It's called the Monogram Murders, or something like that. I shall order a copy, and can vet it for you, if you're wary...? 
Any decisions yet on number 3, hinkyhonk? If you're still canvassing for opinions, I wouldn't have another. Two is enough for company, and fighting, and just about not too many to overwhelm me when they're both upset. I have two knees in my lap!
Nice that you've got some brooding time in, ChipandSpuds! Though giving up toddler-cosying to your DM also sounds a good idea.
Congrats on the confirmation of your move, mopsytop! Hope you're having a lovely holiday!
By the way, aethel, thank you for your Dr Who discretion! I still haven't seen the first episode (downloaded it before leaving), but you have not spoiled it a bit! unless you're silent in disgust, and it was crap?
Sounds a great holiday, Hop. It's nice to go off grid a bit, and salutary to remind oneself that the littluns don't need screen entertainment. When we were in canada, I caught DD playing with dog-hair fluff on the floor, that's how imaginative THEY can be! disgusting little creatures
Our recent hol was similarly "deprived": no mains electric, just a diesel genny, and the "solar shower" in the garden didn't work, either, so no hot showers until DH and I went off for a few days to a wedding. I hadn't danced at all, let alone like that, for so long! However, that period of relative luxury and soacial stimulation wasn't that much of a compensation, either, as he got so drunk on the first night that he fell asleep on the bathroom floor, then spent most of the next day in bed, until he had to get up for the ceremony, then kept sloping off to chat to other people and leaving me. I did hope the wedding would give us more time together, but apparently not... 
I know he's stressed about the house (more damp, already-fitted stuff having to be ripped out again), but it would be nice to be in touch a bit more!
BTW, on the journey to the wedding, we found Figgy's spiritual birthplace of, literal translation: figgytown. Perhaps we should plan an age three-and-a-half mass holiday there, or maybe at age nearly-five, to celebrate their going off to school.
Ah, school - hurray!