Just a quick update . . . Well, firstly, and most importantly (I'm joking): looks like today was a record in terms of 'real' hits; that is, hits made my humans as oppose to surf-bots or whatever they're called. So that's good. I'm tempted to say, "Well, now that I finally have your attention, let us begin . . . " but I don't really know what I would mean by that, so I won't say that. Hmmmm. Yes. M**** and A****** seem pretty much fine now. By the time you read this, M****'s blood transfusion (three units) will probably be complete and we're told that following a transfusion, one tends to perk up fairly quickly. A****** is doing pretty much what any normal baby would do in that position: eating, sleeping and filling his nappy up.

Archie, on the other hand, has gone completely crazy. I think he's used to having M**** around all day, and then me around in the evening. But all that's changed recently, and he's only coming into contact with another human (me) in the morning and the evening. When I get back fairly late at night, after he's eaten, he just runs around like some crazy, manic, possessed . . . erm . . . kitten . . . leaping at my foot/hand/elbow/knee/head/body as I try to make my way from room to room . . . or even if I'm just sat there, minding my own business. Poor thing. Ah well . . . things should be back to some semblance of 'normality' by the weekend.