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.* * *When Max wakes up from his afternoon nap, I strap him into the buggy and take him for a walk.We don’t go anywhere in particular, simply meandering through the streets of Shoreditch, breathing in fresh air, inhaling the aromas wafting out of the restaurants.We pop into the local supermarket on the way back to our flat.Max has got it into his head that he doesn't enjoy his buggy and like a little dictator he groans and shuffles, his burbling turning into a full-on scream when he realises he isn't getting his own way.In the end, I lift him out of the pushchair and use it to store the carrier bags full of food.The Bugaboo is turning out to be the world's most expensive shopping trolley.Typically he coos as soon as he's in my arms, his wet cheeks plumping when he flashes a smile at the checkout lady.She reaches out and tickles him under the chin, coaxing out a giggle that comes perilously close to a burp.“He's gorgeous.How old is he?”“Nearly six months.” God, is it actually that long? I haven't had an unbroken night's sleep in almost half a year.Surely that must be some kind of record.Score another one for the tiny dictator.“Bless him, he's going to break some hearts when he gets older.”I don't tell her he breaks mine every night.Just one cry and I'm torn in two.With Max still in my arms, his tiny fists grabbing hold of my shirt, I manoeuvre the buggy out of the shop, one-handed, silently thanking the gods of sliding doors as we pass easily onto the pavement.I adjust him on my hip and we walk the two blocks to our flat, past the closed-down charity shop and boarded-up pub.Somehow, I manage to make it home without dropping anything.There are three stone steps leading up to the front door.Another thirteen to climb up once we are inside.This is where I long for an extra pair of arms, and start to calculate what to carry up first—the groceries, the buggy, or Max.In the end, I attempt to lift all three.Holding Max up with one arm, I pull the buggy with the other, bumping it up each step in turn.The plastic bags slide across the seat, contents spilling out, and a jar of pasta sauce rolls off and falls to the ground.I watch in horror as it lands on the second step, the glass splintering, and red sauce flying everywhere.It covers my legs and the concrete, making it look as though there’s been some kind of gore fest.For a moment, all I can do is stare, open-mouthed.Then I hear laughter coming from behind me.I don't know whether to be annoyed or to join in, though when I turn to look at the offender all thoughts of amusement fly right out of my head.The guy behind me is built.Tall, blonde and with freckles plastered across his skin.He has the type of face that has a smile permanently etched on it, laughter lines furrowing out from the corner of his eyes.“You okay?” He sounds Australian.That explains the blonde hair and deep tan.“That's all sauce, right? No blood or anything?”I look down.The sauce is now dripping onto the gravelled path.“I'm fine.” Completely embarrassed, but fine.I try to hold on to the buggy while rooting through my bag for my keys, but that only causes a tin of sweetcorn to fall out, rolling through the gore until surf-boy picks it up.“Let me help you.” He bounds up the steps and steadies the buggy for me.With my free hand, I grab my key and slide it into the lock.He reaches out and touches Max on the cheek, and I pull back.“What is he, about six months?”I look up in surprise.“Yeah, around that,” I answer, suspiciously.“How do you know?”“I've got a one year old.Doesn't seem a minute ago she was this age.”When he catches my eye, we smile.It's stupid, because he could be lying through his teeth, but his admission somehow puts me at ease.Enough to let him help me get my stuff into the hallway.And he seems…nice.Friendly.“You're the first floor flat, right?” He asks.Immediately, my hackles rise again.This time when I look at him, it's through narrowed eyes.“What makes you think that?”He shrugs, nonplussed by my suspicious ways.“I'm on the ground floor, so I guessed you must be upstairs.”“You live here?”He starts to laugh.“Yes.Did you think I was some weirdo breaking into your house?”“Maybe [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]