When absentdaughter told me – confidentially – that she was pregnant with her sixth child, I jumped up and down, clapping my hands and grinning like a fool because I knew that was what she wanted. At the same time, I was horribly aware of her precarious financial situation, which I have made some serious sacrifices to mitigate, and, to be truthful, I thought that having a sixth child was, perhaps, not the wisest thing to do. Nevertheless, he (as it turned out) is a joy and delight to all of us now and, anyway, was on the way then. I can't imagine turning my back on my pregnant daughter – or, indeed, my daughter for any reason. I don't own her or her plans and never really have – I just go with what is and I'm glad to do so.