Today we went to a baby group, ‘time for rhyme’ and Lucas and decided to try and pinch a baby girl’s dummy. Is this some sign of affection in baby language? Does he have a girlfriend now? She’s a couple of weeks older than him though, will he grow up liking older women?

As we left the house, I removed another ‘Jesus loves you’ note from my letterbox, as whoever posts them leaves them sticking in the outside (my letterbox is pretty evil) and I don’t want the postman to think I’m leaving him random Jesus related notes.

On the way home, continuing the random religion theme, we stopped in at the local church hall, as they were holding a coffee morning to raise money for Macmillan. This is unusual for me, I tend to avoid churches. I respect the fact that lots of people have lots of different religions. As long as everybody respects my right to not be attached to one. But this was for charity, so I went and had a cup of tea with some old ladies. It was a change in routine, at least! And only 1 person asked me if baba was christened (he isn’t).

I was thinking a bit about religion after that. I used to go to church. I don’t now. It’s been a while.

So after lunch, I’m cleaning (you may have to bear with me, there’s a related point here eventually) and I’ve opened my bedroom window as baby is playing and I’m using furniture polish (my house is all on one floor, so we’re downstairs). I’ve also opened the blinds and the curtains to clean the window. I like to listen to music when I clean. I have a tendency to sing too. I like Belle and Sebastian, and was listening to an album called ‘write about love’.

Which is why, when the paper boy walked past, he heard me singing (possibly loudly) ‘I’ve seen god in the sun, I’ve seen god in the street, god before bed and the promise of sleep…’.

And he stared.

So now he thinks I’m mad. Maybe I am.