I've got a bit of time as Harriet is spark out, and Lucy is at Cubs with her father. Hurrah. The house is very, very quiet, except for the last chapter of Unnatural Death on the iplayer, which has just come to a close. Supper is cooked, a roast chicken as they are 2 for tenner at our Farmers' Market. I want to make a teacake later, but it can wait.

Have we been busy? I can't remember, how strange. I know I went on four buses in order to get to St Margarets in order to meet Jane Brocket and buy her new book, which is lovely and I am planning to make a pair of socks from it; the cables look warm and cosy. Harriet and I went into London to meet up with a friend for lunch, which would have been nice had she not decided to stay awake for as long as possible and then have a proper screaming fit because she was exhausted. Silly rabbit.

I taught Junior Church; there were two children. It was a lovely, relaxed session, and we ended up in the Ark, doing some colouring in. Helen the curate is going to be a grandmother at Christmas, so I am going to knit her grandchild a small token. We will get our children into a church school. She's always been so kind and friendly to us and Lucy adores her, so it would be a nice thing to do, I think.

Lucy has potty trained herself, and we haven't had an accident since Sunday. That's only two days, but it's still pretty good. She now loudly announces that she needs a poo, and will often just go and sit on the potty when she needs to, and doesn't want to be prompted all the time, which is brilliant. I went to her parents evening too, she is doing very well indeed.

I honestly can't think of anything else that has happened; more knitting, cleaning, cooking, baking and running around after an increasingly mobile baby.