‘Why?’ people said. ‘Why now?’
The truth was we’d been trying to move out for at least a decade. For the first five years of his life our eldest child rather annoyingly kept having to be rushed into either The Royal Brompton Heart & Lung Hospital or Great Ormond Street, thus selfishly cramping our style in a pretty serious way. Then he was fixed and his sister appeared; and then lo and behold it seemed I was pregnant for a third time – IVF again: you wouldn’t think it would have been quite the surprise it was – and the thought of space and light and fresh air just became too much. So off we went again ….