LOVE, virtually

‘I grabbed the phone and released the genie. Well, accepted James’ friend request, which was surely the 21st century equivalent’

I stole the grandbaby from her cot 10 minutes after my daughter left – just long enough that I could be sure she wouldn’t circle back to grab some forgotten item.

Bad, bad babysitter.

There were precious few opportunities in life to lie on a sofa with a baby sleeping on your chest, and I would take them where I could.

Next week this smooshed-up sleeping face would be slightly different, and the week after that, different again, and so on until she was 60-something and her late mother haunted the bathroom mirror, peering out at her while she peered in. In my memory, it seemed like my girls had been babies for a day.

The grandbaby