Flashbacks happen when I’m zoning out. It’s like staring at the 3D dot poster that Joe still, embarrassingly, keeps Blue-Tacked up in the poky makeshift home office beneath the stairs. A load of old dots. Only when you stop trying to und...

I try and hustle the baby routine along .Milk powder. Porridge.Spoon thrown on floor. Bowl on floor. Evie screams. Evie snatches at my blueberries .Evie giggles .Mum worships at the altar of the Ikea high chair....