A day of housework and socialising!
Steve, Helen's ex-pat brother is over from Perth and he popped round. Really nice to see him and his young lady Corrie - the joy of being incredibly proud and showing off can never be beaten!
My Dad and Marion came by. He's as proud as I can remember. His excitment is palpable and he looks fit to burst. I got a photo developed in 10x8 for his frame (the frame originally had Helen and I at our wedding which latterly usurped by Mitsie and Pete and now by Henry!) which sat on his stand all weekend while he bored people with tales of being a Grandad. We've insisted that Marion is Grandma. While she's not my mum, she is very close to us now, and it will make much more sense to Henry rather than try and work through the complexities of adult relationships whilst he's a kid. But she seems stoked as well.

I've had a day of baby fluid being unleashed upon me. Henry has systematically peed, shat, puked and sneezed all over me - now, usually I wouldn't have a dot of this type of behaviour but somehow, when you become a father this all seems pretty reasonable. It's a swift and quite incredible transformation!