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The good news is that the doula course stuff came through so I’m moments away from my new career as fanny monitor/urchin burper. However the bad news is that the course isn’t until June, unless I want to attend the one in Manchester. It’d be fine for fitting into the grand scheme of using twelve months’ maternity leave to set up an alternative to going back to the office, but leaving it that late doesn’t cover me for the more immediate crisis posed by the Husband’s lack of career prospects.

But, every cloud – silver lining and all that. Mr Book Man is champing at the bit for some more meat on the bones of this book idea we are tossing about. He reckons if he can get a full chapter breakdown, his editorial team will bite and we’ll get the green light. I can’t escape the irony that, after having decided writing isn’t going to provide the bread and butter after having Boy Two, suddenly it’s all taking off. I have even managed to use the delay in the doula course to pitch related stories to old freelance contacts. The Times blows me out as usual but my baby mag contacts seem really keen. I get roughly 350 smackers for every article I send them. It’s not much but it keeps Boy One in Hula Hoops.

As I send off the chapter ideas to Mr Book Man, I reflect that I ought to get on with starting a business for myself, practising what I preach. But I still don’t have a clue where to start. In a flagrant example of ‘do as I say, not as I do’, I’ve written in one of the sample chapters: ‘You can always find time to squeeze in a phone call, meeting or web update – you just have to be creative! Use the crèche in the gym, the local playbarn or even beg a favour off a mate.’ My latest business phone calls have been punctuated by hysterical screaming (Boy Two), chants of ‘wipe my bottom, I did a poo’ (Boy One), and several muffled moments as I dropped the phone that had been cradled between jaw and shoulder, both hands being occupied in wrestling a baby onto a boob.