The next day a van arrived replacing the furniture that Julian had destroyed. The house looked as though yesterday's events had not happened and that the house was almost bare of furniture. The day of the funeral, I busied myself with sorting through the babies room. I was not too fussed about furniture as I knew my triplets would be staying in hospital for the first few weeks of their lives. I found the perfect silver-grey paint and the perfect shade of light blue to paint the stencils on the walls. However, I decided not to paint until after the babies were born as I did not want the paint getting on my chest. I had already filled the walk-in wardrobe with tiny baby clothes that was in sizes from tiny baby up until a year old. My boys would never fall short of clothes as they grew up. Br
