Dot writes: Ken thinks I’m taking over our blog and turning it into a ‘boring baby blog’ (I quote his very words). But I’m not, because our baby is not in the least boring but on the contrary exceptionally interesting. To wit, he can now play ball. Dad and I were playing a game with him in the living room of the Connemara cottage (this was before he noticed the basket full of peat): we would roll or bounce his red ball towards him and he would erratically chuck it back. If it went in completely the wrong direction we would say, ‘Hugh, can you fetch your red ball?’ and point at the ball. And (usually) he would go and get it! It was very exciting. Moreover, today I was sitting under the trees with him in the communal green area of our development, and I succeeded in getting him to give me the leaves he was playing with, by holding out my hand and saying ‘Please may I have the leaf?’ It didn’t work every time but I was quite impressed. He is ten months old.