At times, I feel as though this little creature is draining my life force away at an accelerated rate. I am like a salmon that has spawned and is dying, for its offspring and other predators to feed off it’s rotting remains.
But thankfully the baby comes with a kind of inbuilt booster juice which I can only describe as Baby Joy. She just is so charming and funny and happy (most of the time) that you get a fillip looking at her and it’s enough to get you limping on to the next task or moment of the day.
And if you could bottle that sh**, you’d be minted, as they say.