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.