To the repeated strains of 'Row, row, row your boat...' I savour the last sips of warm coffee, while Jack toddles busily around the lounge and Joel prepares for another DIY Saturday painting the wall we've just had built on to make Jack's room. It's rainy and grey, with fleeting bursts of golden sun touching the tips of the trees.

That's about all I've got time for - Jack's asking for his bottle and then to be put to bed for his midday sleep.

Divine drudgery

Before enlightenment
Changing nappies, washing bottles
After enlightenment
Changing nappies, washing bottles

There is dignity in the daily
divinity in the drudgery...