This week's column is about the three days my in-laws spent in our flat, waiting to meet our son. It features 2D pants, 4ft-long inflatable willies and reflections on what it means to pass the sterilised baton of parenthood from one generation to the next. theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2…
My mother in law has confirmed that since publication, she has already received several requests to pop round and iron the underpants of the many and varied wits in her circle of pals.
Her WhatsApp is only hopping with them. I am delighted that this is the case.
