Tosh, heavily pregnant with her and Owen’s first child, had been lumbered with babysitting duty because Jack claimed it would be good practice for her.
Anwen was three and into everything, while Meriel, at ten months, was alternating between high-speed crawling and rather precarious attempts at walking, all of which was making Tosh feel rather frazzled.
Just as she was beginning to wonder if she’d be able to cope with looking after her own child, due in less than two months, help arrived.
Settled on the playroom couch, sipping tea, Tosh could finally relax.
Fluffs, it seemed, made excellent babysitters!