The usual Wednesday thing, if I can, train to Murrumbeena, meet R from his work and take Little Jo out to a park and give Sister some respite. I had to go early yesterday as she had a doctor's appointment.
When she returned, she told us she had miscarried the morning before, six weeks down the track. We did not know she was pregnant. She had been unwell the previous week, which no doubt did not help. I felt so sad for her but she did not seem overly upset. Mother earlier in the day had told her, quite insensitively I thought, that perhaps she is getting too old. She is 41. Anyway, miscarrying is not going to spoil their camping holiday at Port Campbell over easter.
She said she will keep trying for a while. I hope she succeeds. Little Jo really needs a sister or brother.