We’d just moved into a two bedroomed flat, your mother and me, and we had different ideas about what we wanted to use the other room for. I wanted a games room and she wanted to turn it into a study. Well, things got pretty tense for a while and eventually we came up with the compromise that we should turn it into a nursery. I don’t think either of us were really happy about it, but it stopped the arguments. Until you actually arrived, of course.