On Friday, our beautiful grandaughter Ella, at six weeks old, contracted Meningitus. It's so unfair that such a small thing, so innocent and vulnerable should have to bear such a burdon so soon in her tiny life. She is still in hospital, watched over day and night by her mother, and is likely to remain there for a week or more, whilst they pump various drugs into her tiny body to fight this vicious disease. She appears to be responding, and even gave me a smile when I held her and made noises back at her whilst she hiccupped after feeding. I hope she's a little better this evening.