A few days ago the lovely Sharon and I found ourselves relaxing with the little man in a cafe in town.  We sat back and read the papers and sipped coffee as our lunch digested.  Then the grandparents arrived and took the little man off our hands leaving us with nothing to coo over.  Half an hour later we found ourselves wandering around and I could not shake the feeling that something was missing.  Of course I knew we were missing the little man but the feeling was there like mobile phone anxiety (when you forgot your mobile phone and it feels that you and the world cannot cope together).  Then I remembered that………………………….. I had left my book in the pram.

Just kidding, honest.