Ahhhhhh broadband. Like having a long cool drink after trudging through the desert, sinking deep into the sand with every step. The comforts of home are slowly coming to us. All of a sudden, our world is starting to revolve around babies. Midwives, ultrascans, crib shopping. Yeah I know, it's the least interesting topic if you're not (or if you're too) involved with it but this is my journal so deal with it. Special note for Yuka: There is a carefully protected cat statue next to the Whittington Hospital. It seems one of the more famous mayors of London (in the 14th century, man is this city old!) had an equally famous cat. The hospital was named after him. The mayor not the cat. But it's the silhouette of the cat, not the mayor, that's on the main sign for the hospital. Does anyone know if blogger has a spell check? I had to paste this into an email to spell silhouette properly.