… some of you will know already, but for the vast majority of my friends and acquaintances who don’t, I’m 26 weeks pregnant.

This is the only time I will be mentioning it because I don’t want to become one of those gushing fools who talks about nothing other than tiny socks and how junior can only have organic air – or whatever the new fad is.

Regular service will resume at 5.30am tomorrow.

In the meantime, rest assured that I am enjoying the new sofa, the cat and far too much tea. And am both outraged and impressed that my full tank of fuel cost exactly £45.

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