My favourite CHILD
Last week, as I sat writing the first draft of my new novel at my desk, a snatch of conversation drifted from the garden through the open window.
‘Henry’s definitely Mum’s favourite,’ my daughter, Lily, 19, was saying. ‘It’s so obvious.’
‘No way!’ my son, Matt, 24, retorted. ‘It’s definitely you, Lily. You’re the girl.’
Henry, 27, laughed. ‘Are you kidding? It’s you, Matt. She loves it when you write her those long letters about what a great mum she
