James Corden – or was it Johnny Vegas? – was the father of my twin baby sons. In our unconventional family set-up he did his best to care for the children while I was at work, but never thought to take them for medical check-ups. Both boys suffered from eczema and it had not occurred to my husband that a trip to the surgery might be a useful way to have the condition diagnosed and treated.

Things went from bad to worse on the day that we played a juggling game with the children. Poor baby Stuart came out of the exercise shrunk flat to the size of a tea saucer.