Week 1: Sunday

“Why don’t you come round for Sunday dinner so everyone can meet The Baby?” asks Grandma kindly.

“Sure,” says Mummy, “that sounds like a fun thing to do.”

Mummy had forgotten that she is very broken in all sorts of places, and that walking to the kitchen to make tea feels like a monumental achievement. If she had remembered this, she would never have agreed to drive several miles for a very big family lunch where everyone would be super excited and want a turn holding The Baby. She also forgot that The Baby only likes to leave about 0.2 seconds between feeds, which really makes long family meals – or in fact anything more than a Hobnob on the sofa – quite difficult. But Mummy was super tired and not thinking straight, so it seemed like a marvellous idea. At least there were roast potatoes.

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