One of the reasons I waited so long to have a baby was the endless trail of horror stories about pregnancy and birth. I had the distinct impression that – despite the availability of C-sections on demand – one would be pressured into having a natural birth.
My father was a brewer, and although he commuted from my childhood home in north Essex to his office in London every weekday, he thought of himself as a countryman (like his own father before him) and lived for country pleasures. In hindsight, these seem to have consisted largely of killing creatures in seasonal rotation: foxes, pheasants, partridges and rabbits during the cooler months; salmon (in Scotland) and trout (wherever they could be found) when the weather cheered up. But he wasn’t simp
Final day of season will see Golden Boot trophy awarded