It was a hot mucky night the night I had to sit for Andrea Wilson. She, lucky devil, would be sitting in an air conditioned hall playing bingo while I was sweltering at her house with just a fan. She really needs to get air conditioning. Her husband, Ron, was on a business trip and was probably relaxing in an air conditioned hotel bar with a drink in his hand. And I slowly cooked.

I'd put the kids down but they were restless and I didn't blame them. I wasn't really surprised when the baby started crying. He was wet and uncomfortable, so I changed him, cooing sweetly to him...