Everything was coming up roses at book club this afternoon because baby Rosie, just eight weeks old, came along too (well you can’t start education too early!). During our book talk the darling girl was passed around to all and she didn’t make a peep. For a good while she snuggled up under my chin and had a nice sleep. I’m very comfy – no nasty hard bones to poke into her, which reminds me… the diet is no longer working.