Emma stared through the kitchen window, bleary-eyed after another sleepless night. At least she’d finally managed to settle Evie in her crib. Even the clatter of bowls from her hastily arranged breakfast as she lifted them from the table to the sink made her head ache. So, how on earth was she going to cope as a new mum?
With the sound of the doorbell, her tension grew even more as, tightening the belt of her dressing gown, she reached the door.
‘Well, here I am at last!’ Margery cried as she swept majestically into the hall. ‘The drive here has taken ages…that new one-way system…’ she went on as she headed to the kitchen, leaving Emma wondering why her mother-in-law’s energy seemed to drain her of her own.
With a quick glance at the sleeping baby, Margery slid the carrier bag from her arm, her face red with exertion, and put it down on the table with a thump. ‘And as for trying to park in this
