We are off to France later this morning, by bus, train, Underground, Eurostar, Metro, TGV and granny's car (with infant seat fitted). There was a minor stress yesterday evening when fanf couldn't find his passport, but it was discovered in amongst piles of important papers waiting to be sorted. Slightly more stressful was the discovery that the laundry I did on Sunday wasn't quite dry. The baby's stuff takes up quite a lot of luggage space - less so the clothes which are wee and easy to fit in, but the eco-disposables and the breast pump are quite bulky. They're not strictly necessary but will make us happier in different ways, a bit like the travel scrabble and the puzzle books.

Charles spent the weekend somewhat fretful and I think running a slight fever, although this was somewhat confused by several times being in extremely warm rooms. In any case he spent quite a lot of time stripped to his nappy, which does show off his huge milk-stuffed belly. He's more himself now, right down to vigorously resisting sleep. I hope he enjoys today's train journeys as much as he did the trip to Leeds.

We should have internet while away, but not as often as normal.