Casting

off to the rural parts (again) tomorrow with my midwife to drape her little sister in plaster and gauze. I've heard of one family who lined their belly cast with a lambskin and put their baby in it to sleep. How fitting. . . (see, who needs a crib?) And - it's June! the end is in sight - in 19 horrible days I'll be free of exams. What bliss. . . . speaking of - my bed is beckoning with perfectly piled covers & a hot water bottle & ginger tea & a good book. But of course, it's raining tonight. . .so who knows how long I have until the barometer tempts the next squirming small person down the birth canal.