When I told my friends I was pregnant with my second child, at the age of 48, most of them responded with delight. One even had tears in her eyes, which I took to be tears of happiness, rather than distress on my behalf. Another, however, was aghast. ‘I presume it wasn’t planned?’ she asked, with audible sympathy.
‘THERE’S SOMETHING LIBERATING IN BUCKING THE TREND’
She is an acclaimed wine writer and travel journalist and devoted stepmother of four teenagers who spends a fair part of the year hopscotching between hotels across Europe. I can see her point: who in their right mind would choose to have a child at an age when most parents are looking forward to regaining control of their
