The second most middle-class moment of my life occurred last night. My pregnancy yoga instructor, in attempting to help us to calm our swirling thoughts, encouraged us to picture ourselves as "coffee grounds slowly settling to the bottom of a cafetière." PREGNANCY YOGA. CAFETIÈRE METAPHORS. Good grief. In case you were wondering, the number one most middle-class moment of my life was the time I googled...

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This past weekend, Fin, Smidgen and I were meant to be going on a very glamorous caravan trip to Pitlochry. Instead, I spent four days and three nights in Greece, soaking up the sweltering temperatures, being waited on hand and foot and barely getting out of bed the whole time. Oh, wait, did I say Greece? Sorry, I meant hospital. The other parts...

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