I wrote this piece on the day of President Barak Obama’s inauguration, today’s as good a day as any to shamelessly re-hash it…


He came home this evening to find me on the kitchen floor. On my knees. Surrounded by the usual mish-mash of baby changing paraphernalia – sudocreme, wipes, tiny nappies and, ahem, masking tape.
SKY News was blaring on the TV, the spuds were boiling over on the hob and there was the distinct smell of overcooked fish emanating from the oven.