I'd like to use this forum to apologise to the neighbourhood mum who came into the hairdresser as I watched Teddy get his 'big boy' haircut. Her name is Rachael too, and she has three kids that match mine. Haven't seen her around for a while though. But this morning I watched her walk in, preceded by a massive pregnant belly. 'ARE YOU KIDDING ME?' I shouted across the salon.
Now I'm no psychomogologist but I'm pretty sure it was a case of what the old Freudmeister called 'projection.'