Congratulations to William and Kate on the birth of their son earlier this week. It is quite amazing what a huge event this has been worldwide, particularly in America where they cannot get enough of 'our' Royal family.
I did feel for her having to face the press and public only a day after giving birth, but at least she had her hairdresser and make-up artist on hand to 'do the business'!
It inspired me to go in search of pictures of me and my firstborn, Daniel. As you can see, I am not looking quite as polished as Kate, but this photo was taken ten minutes after Daniel was born, with not a wrinkle in sight…I am talking about Daniel not me! He weighed in at an eye-watering 9lbs 1oz and was 22 inches long…no wonder he is a strapping 6ft 4 inches now!
The second photo is with my mum and dad, when Daniel was four days old, on our first day home from hospital. The slightly quizzical expression on my mum's face made me laugh – it's almost like she is thinking, 'What is this?', although she must have known as she already had five grandchildren, courtesy of my sister.
I hope the royal parents are allowed time to get to know their new baby…the first few months are so precious.
All that was a long time ago for me, Daniel will be twenty seven in November, but I have had worries over a different baby this week…my cat Poppy.
She's hardly a baby at eighteen years old but I think we always treat our pets as our babies. She stopped eating a week ago Wednesday and after two days she became very lethargic so we had to take her to the vet on Friday.
The vet said she was very dehydrated and that she would have to be put on a drip and kept in overnight. I've mentioned on here before that Poppy is a very timid cat so I hated the idea of her being alone in a strange place even for one night.
On the Saturday morning Chris and I went to fetch her. She still hadn't eaten anything but they had done blood tests and could find nothing wrong…the vet put her lack of appetite down to her age and the heat. The drip had done the job of rehydrating her but she still wasn't interested in eating despite the offerings that we put before her. White fish, scrambled egg, and various tinned foods – nothing could tempt her.
The breakthrough came on Sunday lunchtime when she came downstairs for a drink of water, something we rarely see her do. After that we managed to persuade her to try the special food the vet had supplied us with and gradually as the week has gone on she has been more like her usual self.
It has been a really stressful time as I'm sure you will know if you are the 'mum' of an older pet!
Even with all that drama going on with Poppy I managed to make a proper start on my novel. I had already got the story and characters mapped out back in March but it was just a case of sitting down at the computer and making a start. It's flowing nicely and I'm already on chapter 7…don't worry there won't be a hundred and one chapters like my autobiography!
It's been a busy time at work and I need to head in for Fashion on Friday shortly. Today it is Susan Graver although the lady herself will not be with me, I will be joined by independent fashion expert, Lesley Ebbetts. Although this is normally my weekend off I will be in this Sunday as it is a Pilates TSV…maybe see you there!