The Autumn weather is amazing at the moment - chilly mornings and evenings but clear warm sunny days of around 20 degrees. I'm still in my shorts at the beach and swimming in the open air pool but my Australian friends are in sheepskin-lined jackets and winter boots. Scarlett tried her hand at babysitting at the weekend when we looked after 4-week old Saskia Baker, the new baby of our old neighbours Rob and Freya. Our house come bedtime took on the air of a small baby production line as each child was plopped in the bath, dried, dressed, fed and put to bed. On Sunday, my old mate Simon Dimascio came for lunch. Simon and I went to Manchester Poly together at the end of the 80s but we haven't seen Simon since our wedding 12 years ago. Since then he has split up with the woman he brought to our wedding, met someone new and produced twin daughters now aged nine. He was in Sydney from England on business for 24 hours and arrived for lunch at 3pm at Sunday, in typical Manchester wide boy form, with a carton of 24 beers on his shoulder. He left at 10.30pm when I called him a cab. You join the dots. Needless to say, hangovers and small children who rise at 7am do not mix. Florence is almost 10 weeks old and changing so fast. Her eyes have opened into two huge dark pools and the long eyelashes we love so much on Scarlett have popped out too. She is easey peasy compared to chasing a 3-year-old around. Scarlett is her biggest fan which is a relief as I have heard horror stories of parents walking in on their older child just in time to stop them hoisting the rope-bound baby to a tree branch.
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