We both gaze down at my swollen tummy for a while. I still can't quite get my head round the fact that there's a baby inside my body. Which has got to come out... somehow. OK, let's not go there. There's still time for them to invent something.

When I'm on a break from writing, I'll log on to Amazon and eBay. The doorbell is constantly being rung by deliverymen.

A divorce is like a controlled explosion. Everyone on the outside is OK.

I'm an impulse buyer. I don't really go out with a list.

The worst thing a girl can do is trail after a boy when a love affair is dead.

Why can't parents dance? Is it some universal law of physics or something?

Still, that's the point of love; you love someone despite their flaws.