I could get used to meeting Nick for lunch regularly at Paul; they certainly know how to make superb bread, pastry and cakes. Emily was into everything, as always. Most babies are happy to sit quietly in their pram, but she has to join in. Nick narrowly avoided getting butter all over his suit trousers.
We went to Tracy's for another swim afterwards. It was supposed to be at least 32C but it didn't feel it, thankfully. The pool felt almost cold, so I only took Emily in for 10 minutes. She doesn't seem to particularly enjoy the experience, but at least she doesn't cry. While we were in there, Brigida, who was on the side, pointed out that the fence was shaking. We couldn't feel the earthquake at all, but it turned out to be a 3. Nick reported a violent upward lurch.
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