Are babies human?

I feel increasingly caddish on my weekly visits to Esther.  Here am I, leading the life of Riley, all the pleasures of family life and none of the pain.  Esther’s job, on the other hand, is compulsory and fulltime.  If she needs to escape, whether to preserve her sanity or dip back into the world of work, […]

Weaponising the swoon

This week saw the end of the philosopher’s paternity leave.  He and I. have been doing a lot of male bonding.  They find they enjoy listening to music together.  The philosopher is a keen guitarist:  perhaps I. will follow in his strings. Esther, staring down an endless vista of coping unaided with two tiny children, was […]