Time just seems to vanish with a little baby – I can’t believe she is already 7 weeks old (today). Poor little thing has a terrible case of infant acne, but the GP has assured me that that will clear up soon on its own. I have got mastitis again, or rather, probably, the bout of mastitis that I had two and a half weeks ago didn’t quite heal and has resurfaced. So it is more antibiotics. Breastfeeding is a lot harder than I ever imagined, I’ve had a lot of problems, but Julianne is doing well on it and I am determined to keep going.
We have unlooked for excitement at the Church today – the BBC is filming the funeral my husband is taking. It is of a Jamaican member of our congregation, a lovely old man. The BBC are filming it for a documentary they are producing on attitudes to death, to be presented by the actor Richard Wilson (of “One Foot in the Grave” fame). They wanted to film an Afro-Caribbean funeral, so here they are. My husband has no yearnings for fame or worldly recognition so this is just extra stress for him, but the family were keen for it to go ahead so he gave permission. He managed to cut himself shaving this morning so that should cut down on any screen time! We don’t have any idea when this documentary will actually be shown, but both Simon and the family are to have a right to veto anything they are unhappy with.