Perhaps in anticipation of the lengthy debates over leave or remain that would rage a year later, my son took his time deciding to exit the womb, entering the world under the bright lights of an operating theatre a mere four days after my wife had first begun her labour.
That period of four days included three hour-long early morning drives to the hospital, which provided me with some of the first intimations of one of the most unavoidable lessons of fatherhood: the indispensable virtue of Just Getting On With It.
