So I’m knocked up again. Preggers. Up the duff. Or to put it another way … whoops. And while Alex and I get our heads around unexpected parenthood, I’m having all the usual pregnancy symptoms: throwing up, indigestion, sciatica, constipation, migraines and brain-fuddling tiredness. Mother Nature is a psychopathic old hag. Luckily, modern science offers some lovely distractions, in the form of cruise ships and European air travel. This summer I’m determined to get away. Mum is demanding the usual Duffy family all-inclusive Greek holiday. Dad wants to go camping in Norfolk. And Alex… well he’s asked me on a five-star luxury cruise. The trouble is, his mother is coming too...