My first baby was born in 1962, and the midwife said to put him outside in all weathers except fog. I looked at the snow, the ice, and then the baby, and felt doubtful. So I put him in the downstairs bedroom with the window open and the hood up. I later read that several babies had died through breathing in the very cold air, although they were well wrapped up. We didn't know much about looking after babies in those days, but I decided that I'd use common sense after that.
Good Morning Wednesday 29th July 2026
