Crawl & Maul

India started crawling on Friday afternoon. Exactly eight months old. Three hesitant steps and then she was off like a greyhound from the slips. There's no stopping her now -- her domain has been enlarged beyond her wildest dreams -- everything is within her grasp. We're still to make the house bomb-proof: Little hands have already discovered pot plant soil is fun to play with. Little mouths have already discovered that pot plant soil does not taste good.

The weird thing is how unexcited I'm feeling about her latest step over the progression hurdle. As soon as she did it, I was left feeling "OK, next it's walking", rather than "Wow! My baby's crawling!".

Once we've got the walking cracked, it'll be kicking a football. Then bending it like Beckham. Then putting your ladies England shirt on just as you're leaving the tunnel, Paul Ince style.


Hospitalised

My gran -- who had the radiotherapy last year -- went into the JR on Monday morning. She's been off her food now for six months, and things came to a head on Sunday night. Reports from the hospital say it's 95% certain she has an abscess of the bowel, causing her loss of appetite and sickness. She's now under observation.

I just hope it doesn't turn out to be the 5% alternative.