Growing up, I never thought I was particularly maternal. I still don’t, really. Having kids was always something I was sure I’d get around to doing at some point but I certainly didn’t have a spawning plan, like ‘have five before 35’ or ‘grow my own rugby team’ or ‘marry someone rich who can pay for a nanny so I can do reformer pilates four times a week’.

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