First venture out on my own without the baby – or the toddler, or the husband. My scar hurts like hell and I feel as if I’ve been away from the world for a century. Alfred was only born two weeks ago.
But a cup of chamomile tea in a crowded Saturday afternoon Starbucks puts the events of the past two weeks (kind of) into perspective. I dread to think how pale I look and my voice sounded weird when I ordered at the till.
It’s good to be out though and even better to have a few minutes to myself. When the boys comes back to fetch me (they’re in Sainsbury’s, I bet the toddler comes back with a new Matchbox car) I’ll be feeling at least 30 per cent more normal.
