We met at work and bonded over cats and gin.
It’s Hilary’s fault that I had twin boys. Let me explain. My daughter was an angel. She was the most delightful baby, Rarely cried, slept well, understood the word ‘no’ when she started crawling etc. After watching her happily use the potty well before 1, Hilary remarked that my next kid needed to be the spawn of satan to make up for it. Well, about a year later I had my twin boys, and her wish was fulfilled. For those who don’t know, 3 children aged 2 and under is no joke, but Hilary stepped up. She came with me for a million antenatal appointments, and after they were born she visited me every week to provide a loving shoulder to cry on. She joked that it was the worst type of Stockholm syndrome because I was genetically compelled to love and care for the people who were torturing me. I would not have got through those early years without her. And now she’s gone and there is a huge hole where she should be.