When the little blue line appeared on the home pregnancy test kit I cried. It seemed as if my carefree life was over and that, belatedly, at the age of 29 I would finally be wrenched into adulthood. I was right.
When I was 18 I left school and home to begin my independent adult life and world travels. It didn’t start off well. My first job was nanny for a family in France. Let’s just say that they were horrid. My second