Beating heart

A new person in the office for the first time referred to the few of us stragglers in there as the organisation’s ‘beating heart’. It feels more like cardiac arrest...

After work as it was so bright I walked from the city centre to Grantchester, and back. Nice and quiet by the river, with a sporadic paddleboarder or dog walker. Too early in the season and evenings too chilly for the hordes to have descended on the meadows.

Then an evening of tracking what’s going on with my new niece, who’s staying in hospital for her second night, so they can keep an eye. The sister and I mulled over baby carriers and hoped that by tomorrow she’ll be able to hotfoot it home.