A momentous day

Some time after returning home yesterday we got a message from Stephen that they were on their way to  hospital as Lucy was having contractions. We went to bed about 11pm last night not knowing anything definite, but since then found out that by then grandson no. 2 was about 2 hours old.

 Elian Christopher Grant was born on 24th June 2012 around 2.30am, weighing 7lb 13oz (3.5kg) and by all accounts mother and baby are fine, although father sounded a bit shell shocked on the phone. He rang today and apparently they have allowed them home before even 24 hours have gone by.

In the morning we watched the European Grand Prix, which we have very nearly forgotten about.  Roy managed to remind me just as they were on the formation lap before the start. Alex and Meaghan have a really lovely den/bedroom downstairs with an HD TV on the wall, so they let us watch the GP there.  Now and again Alex and Callum also joined us, so the bed had 4 people watching the GP on it.

Unfortunately neither Lewis nor Jenson did at all well, but the race itself was fascinating.  It had lots of overtaking, crashes, the safety car and a level of interest that kept us enthralled. Unfortunately Alonso won, so you can imagine the Spaniards, who have already had a night of celebration after Spain's win in Euro2012 the night before, were now delirious with delight at Alonso winning at home.
After the Grand Prix was over we went downtown to the Sunday morning antique market to try and find a brass bell to put on Callum's little house in the garden instead of the useless battery operated one the house came with and which doesn't work very well.  We  caught the street car not far from the Bain and Callum loved the ride.

Around his mouth you can see the remnants of his earlier encounter with some mulberries en route to the street car stop. At the market we found a bell within the first 5 minutes and then spent the following hour or so looking at all the lovely goodies which, of course, we couldn't buy due to space restrictions on the plane.  Little monster obliged us by dropping off to sleep afterwards in his stroller, so we had a delicious and very reasonable lunch at Bettys on King Street in peace and quiet. On the way home Callum, Meaghan and I spent some time in a playground, which was fun and gave the men some peace and quiet to watch their football. Unfortunately England lost, so no more matches for the boys, unless they want to watch other countries fighting it out for the trophy.

Dinner was a couple of delicious pizzas with a salad, washed down by some Henry of Pelham's rose wine. Tomorrow Callum is off to day care, Meaghan is back to work and the rest of us are probably just veging out recuperating from all the last few days' exertions.