We're just back from a trip to the West Midlands to see my mum and dad. We had as a relaxing time as was possible whilst tending to a small baby and greeting an endless stream (though no less welcome for it) guests.
It was nice to get away from Leeds (where there are even more visitors) for a long weekend. Olive seems to travel well; we stopped only once for a coffee and comfort break.
One visitor was Siobhan, a silver-haired Irish lady who lives down a quiet (for a rat-run) countrified lane near to my mum and dad's. Upon inquiring as to Olive's name, she declared 'I'll call her Olivia'. She declined to use her actual given name despite being corrected by my dad and me.
Before embarking on the drive home, I swung though Halesowen town centre to see how the building of the new bus station and a new Asda was coming along. I can report that even allowing for the greyness of the day, the remodeled end of town looks ugly and (already) dated.