Back to re start the story now the baby is nearly a week old!

What a hard week of nasty get ups. Driven me to hoover up crap food into my mouth like a bottom feeder fish. Rachel the Monkfish. No wait - I have not laid in waiting for a poor unsuspecting Terry's chocolate orange to move past me and I pounce with killer instinct - no - I have simply glided silently round the kitchen eating everything like it's going out of date!


Back to my baby delivery ...