Sunday 3rd SeptemberAnd now, back to the present. It is always a special day when we see our children. Clara arrives first, then Emma, Mark with little Benjamin, soon follow. Benjamin, of course, is the star – and he knows it. He is thirteen months old, not walking yet, but is standing on his own.
“Hey, I’ve got two little bears for you,” I say, picking Benjamin up in my arms and taking him to the bedroom to get them. He is thrilled, shakes one by the arm and throws it to the floor. We take the bears into the living room and join the others.
Humps is in the kitchen cooking Sunday lunch. Nobody’s Sunday roasts come anywhere near Humps’s. He learnt to cook from his mother, Penelope. That’s something she is really good at. I’ve already set the table. Clara tells us about her move, how she s
