Last weekend, my sister Katie threw me a party. Well, a virtual party, I should hastily qualify, lest somebody alerts Liveline.

As I’m just a few weeks away from having my second baby, the original plan – made in the now almost-halcyon days of Level 2 restrictions – was to go away for a night to a hotel locally. Of course, Level 5 put paid to that notion, and while disappointing, it was a small sacrifice in the grand scheme of things.