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That change of sky colour, probably means it's bedtime. And there are things making twittering noises outside. And a train. Not things making a train, obv. La la la la la.

now, to remove all the books from the bed. Is it normal that I distracted myself by ranting internally (cos no-one's here, and cos I've already told someone that I went to bed 20 minutes ago so I can't tell him) about what some moron has to say on the subject of shoulder dystocia? Or rather, about how every single vaginal birth should be assisted by having the head yoinked out as soon as you can grab hold to make sure the shoulders don't get stuck? ok. sententexes too long. And I can't even begin to correct that word. Night!