The other day I got two messages:

My helper smsed to tell me that Benji finally had a big poo. (He’d been kind of constipated.) And V emailed to say that some big fat sum of money had come into my account.

Then call from V…

V: Are you happy?

Me: Yeah super happy.

V: About what?

Me: [Pause] Both… Ok actually the poo thing.

You know you’re a mum when the contents of your baby’s diaper bring you more joy than a shitload of cash.