It’s getting to that stage where Debs is a different shape every time I look at her. This morning she woke up, then a short while later lifted the duvet followed by a shocked exclamation. Turned out to be nothing to worry about, just some stray limb that was attempting to leave her abdomen by an unauthorised route. No danger of doing a John Hurt though; thank goodness, we’ve got dark walls but a light carpet that would never recover…