Carrying my daughter into the house, my stomach rumbled.
That morning, on 12 May this year, we’d been out for a lovely walk but I was glad to be back.
You see, I was impatient for one thing – my lunch.
Settling Imaya, two, in the living room, I fed her before making my way to the kitchen.
Right, let’s make me some poached eggs, I thought.
An easy lunch, I’d been making poached eggs like this for the past three years.
Feeling my mobile buzz, my friend Manesh was calling me.
‘What are you doing?’ he asked me.
‘Making some eggs,’ I
