I realise this is giving away the fact that I am unbelievably overindulged, but I can’t remember the last time I cooked a proper meal.
When Sam gets in from work, we often go through the same conversation where I ask about his day. Sometimes he asks about mine, sometimes he doesn’t.
As the end of May approaches, I have a few things on my mind. Firstly, Sam’s quarter-of-a-century birthday is coming up and I need to remind Arlo to get him a present.
I do a very good impression of fitting in with the mums at the baby groups Arlo and I frequent. The changes we have made over the past year are typical of a young family.