Eliza has decided that one should not look at the camera so this is a birthday non-portrait. It’s a terrible photo too: there were untold things going on in the background: we were trying, and failing, to Skype James; a Beef Stroganoff supper was on the table and I’d just had to mop up canine gastro-intestinal fluid from the patio. The endless glamour of life.
So my baby is all grown up. She’s still my baby though.