This will hurt me...

The work of building hospitals in the 1960s must have been an interesting time. One wonders why the task to construct the most featureless, boring, unattractive, ordinary-looking and dull buildings was taken up with such vigour. Here is the Argyle Street side of the Royal Hobart Hospital, and it's uniformity is surpassed only by its lack of character. That said, both Henry and Ezra were born here, so it will hold some interest to future historians.

If Jen is right, then she IS in labour. But now Henry is in bed and not much is happening, so I am managing to do a few pre-posts to continue the streak! Don't expect much though, I'm reaching into the grab bag and slinging you some random pictures and a few of my favourite poems. Well, that last bit is a lie today, because the above photo - while admittedly not my most technically proficient - is to this point my favourite. It's the first one of Henry. It was taken about two minutes after he was born (nearly twenty-one months ago). I think that its wonderful. Are you allowed to dedicate someone else's poem to someone? Anyway, if you are , then this one is for dear little Henry. After Making Love We Hear Footsteps Galway Kinnell For I can snore like a bullhorn or play loud music or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman and Fergus will only sink deeper into his dreamless sleep, which goes by all in one flash, but let there be that heavy breathing or a stifled...

Jen, Hen and I all went in for the 20 week scan today. I do love it when hospitals book you in for eight o'clock but you don't get seen until nine. The less said about the organisational standards about that place, the better! Everything went well and the baby is going great guns, it has all the bits you would expect and is a fine looking creature. We didn't get given a disc with pictures on it this time; otherwise I would have picked one of those for my photo of the day. As it is, I've gone with a photo taken in the room where Jen had her ultrasound. If you've ever been to an ultrasound, you will know that they keep it pretty dark in there. This should explain the use of the flash. It's not a great quality photo, but the sign did make me laugh. As to its content I only have one thing to say: "I should hope so!"