atch me! Are you watching? You didn’t see it. Now watch me! I’m poolside on the crisp linen kind of daybed they make postcards about. Waves are lapping. Palm trees are swaying. A cocktail is en route. And I’m about to crack the spine of a highly anticipated page turner. It’s heaven, except for the children. And the inescapable fact that as their mother it’s my attention they seek. “Mum! You didn’t watch
