I'm going home today . . .

Apparently I don't live here, I have another home to go to. Also apparently I have to share my Mummy with those two big kids who keep turning up here to visit.

It will be nice to get out of here actually. There are some mad things going on around here. The maternity wing is full, it is so full that they moved Mummy and I out of our orginal room and put us around the corner, where the people waiting for their babies to come out of their tummy's go.

So next door is a Mummy who is not very well (or very pregnant) hoping her baby doesn't come out yet.

In the hallway outside our room there is a whole heap of people who are very upset and crying and wailing because they have a 17 year old Mummy whose baby has died in her tummy.

On the other side there is a very naughty Mummy who went into labour last night in the police cell (our Paula had to go and check her out). So now she is next door and there is a constant police guard with her.

Down the hallway is a completely mad women who has just had baby number 15.

See this is a crazy place, I hope it is a bit calmer in the next place . . .