American Woman’s never asked me for Weetabix before.
I’ve got a vague memory of her disliking it. Certainly I don’t remember her ever eating it before.
But that’s what I’m sent out to get.
Loft-living London life was pretty much perfect. Then one sunny spring morning, two emphatically postive pregnancy tests later, my life had changed. I was going to leave work in nine months' time and become a Pad Dad. These are my disconcerting discoveries about pregnancy, fatherhood, and househusbandry.