strange days

I'm fairly sure Eve is willing me to put the camera down in this shot.

A day of countless awkward conversations mostly starting with folk asking if my Mum is excited about the baby. Cue much sobbing.

The most bizarre part of this experience is the number of people who fight back tears and tell me how rubbish my life sounds!

The verse that has been swimming round my head is "this hope is a strong and steady anchor for the soul". I'll have that one.

EDIT: They are making the cake my Mum called "green bomb" on the bake off this week - this has cheered me up muchly!