I had a baby at 42... WITH A STRANGER

Anthony had arrived late, keeping us all waiting at the dinner table, and I was tired, grumpy and longing to go to bed. It was the first evening of my holiday in France, so as soon as I could, I made my excuses to leave the room. And that’s when I heard the dreaded sentence, murmured by my host as I closed the door. ‘Her name is Blanche and she is 12 weeks pregnant,’ he said, leaving me spitting with anger that my secret had been revealed to a complete stranger.

The fact that I was having a baby on my