Cotton is great. Soft and comfortable and versatile enough to produce differing materials from denim, corduroy and moleskin as well as other industrial uses like nitrocellulose. That is why there is no better feeling than climbing into bed after a night shift after it has been freshly changed with newly laundered cotton sheets. Unfortunately Alison changed the sheets for the shiny polyester ones which have a habit of clicking on the rough skin on my hands and feet. As I toss and turn in bed I feel like a sticklebrick wrapped in Velcro - I suppose I should moisturise.
   A 1-0 win this afternoon when giving Bethany her tea. She's been getting antsy of late when feeding, taking only a few mouthfuls before getting upset, refusing any more other than dessert and biscuits. I made cauliflower cheese and she took a bit more than normal before she started crying. To calm her down I gave her a yoghurt then rinsing the empty pot put her dinner in the pot. She realized from the first mouthful that it was no longer raspberry yoghurt but with a spoon in one hand to play with she ate her dinner with me topping up the pot a couple of times.