This morning we had what I think will be my final ultrasound scan at Valley Medical in Hebden Bridge. The sonographer was lovely, a real credit to the profession and went the extra mile - zooming in close to show us little b's face. We saw his eyes with delicate lids closed, tiny nose and mouth making little sucking motions. He also had his hand up in front of one side of his face and we could even see his tiny fingers. She took all the relevant measurements and checked his position (head down) the placenta - well out of the way and amniotic fluid - correct level. He is still perfect for dates and growing well, now slightly above the 50th percentile. All of this was such a welcome boost and happy relief as I tend to worry myself to a frazzle prior to a scan, and with yesterday being Mum's birthday I wasn't in the happiest place to begin with.
From the clinic we went to Organic House on Market Street


and sat in the window next to the most beautiful display of pumpkins - a reminder if ever one was needed of the onset of autumn and the fast approaching red letter day of Halloween.


We ordered a latte a piece and Jon was delighted to find they were serving home made yorkshire curd tart - a favourite from Betty's and I chose a small dense square of chocolate indulgence, sort of part brownie part tiffin.

And finally, I must put in a picture of Jon's lovely new boots. Whoever said brown shoes don't make it? Idiot.

Are you calling Frank Zappa and I idiots?
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