Ghostly shenanigans

My blips have taken a serious nosedive in quality. I know this. But I just have too much going on (mostly in my body) to be able to address it, though 'tis shameful.

Last night we attended NCT birth class no. 4, which was held in the hall of a nearby church. As we approached the church, under a full moon, through the graveyard, the bells rang out. Inside, silhouetted against the window, the bellringers heaved and swung like Quasimodo and the chimes echoed around us.

Inside, we discussed the somewhat more prosaic matters of caesareans and placenta delivery while our partners watched a film of a man using a power drill whilst carrying a baby in a sling.

Weird evening.