The passage of time has never saddened me quite the way it does now. These last six months have marched past at such an astonishing speed, and now we are here, at the back end of October and about to go on the holiday we booked when Lydia was only weeks old. When we return it will be November, and Christmas will be tangible, within our reach. I love Christmas, don’t get me wrong, but this year I want it to take its sweet time in getting to us, for Christmas means the end of the year, and next year I have to face the reality of our situation, to realise that this little bubble we’ve been living in, in which we are each other’s constant companions, is just temporary, is just a mirage of normal life.