Poor Fiona, 32 weeks pregnant, was admitted to hospital on Thursday with obstetric cholestasis - a liver complaint that clears up after pregnancy but can affect the baby. She might have to have the little fella early. She was in the John Radcliffe which has an excellent reputation, so she’s in good hands. John and I were out on Thursday listening to the Scunthorpe Male Voice Choir, but the enjoyment was marred by worrying about Fiona. And thinking of Martin worrying on his own.Anyway, she was allowed home on Friday, and sounded very perky on the phone.Today, I should have been going on a walk with my OU friends, but the roads were probably too bad up on the Wolds, so we just met for coffee and lunch instead. Nice time.Just getting warm now. Chicken breasts cooking in mushroom soup with a little curry powder are in the oven, and I think we will have a little wine with it. I really pity anyone without shelter today. Our poor cats don’t want to go out but nature calls and they have to. I suppose I could have used the cat litter tray if we still have it, but it’s too late now.I meant to go out snapping this afternoon, but got involved making hair in Second Life, and the sun went. I am a silly billy. It was such a lovely sunny day today. I took some photos from the house this morning, so will upload them soon.