Leaves are falling off trees, I'm losing my hair - yet again - also in drifts, floating down, but we are now also employers of one Irina, who moved here from Romania five years ago, and is now studying her UK citizenship booklet ready to apply for nationality. (Have you come across this booklet? It's all about Saints George and Thomas and Stephen etc). Yes, Elon has a nanny, one of the hordes of East Europeans who answered my ad; not a single reply from an Australian or a New Zealander - let alone anybody from the UK. If Irina wasn't working, she'd watch the Discovery Channel all day - she loves the forensic science programs. For now though, she's with us, mornings and evenings (and it's a difficult call for a nanny, because that dreaded beast, the mother, is around in the background all the time too), and she's lovely and bright and extremely kind. So: job done.
Today was my first day out of four walls in forever...we took the wheelchair out to Elon's school to pick him up. Anthony and Irina took turns pushing, and every so often I got up and walked as well, which made it all look like one of those on-stage evangelicals ("she's cured, she's cured"). Thought being in a wheelchair might bring forth all sorts of different viewpoints, but in fact all I can say about it really is that it's extremely comfortable, particularly when you feel your legs buckling.