“But not that much joy, and this year it seems that every time she leaves the house some new infant is being jammed in her face. She feels the same dread as when someone produces a brick sized pile of their holiday snaps; great that you had a nice time, but what’s that got to do with me? To this end, Emma has a fascinated-face that she puts on when a friend tells her about the miseries of labour, what drugs were used, whether they caved and went for the epidural, the agony, the joy.”
David Nicholls “One Day”: Vintage Contemporaries 2009
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