I had a revelation last night. I realised that I could actually adopt a baby. (I could stop here, but for some reason I feel obliged to explain). All my life I have been against adoptions. Not generally against, no, just something Eugenia-non-compatible. Like, you know, if you don't get any babies of your own at the cabbage patch - just accept it and get on. I just could not comprehend - how can you bring a stranger into your life, feed him, dress him and then mention him in your will? Never, I thought. And then I realised that the concept of adopting is actually very different. It is just like having an extra friend. Or a super-charged cat, for that matter, apart from the fact that you actually make a difference. The only part of this concept that I haven't thought through yet is how you align your adopted kid and your biological one, should the latest appear in your life. But I suppose Tom and Nicole back in their marriage days figured that out: you treat it as a training ground. Not for your parenting skills, but for your partner. Unsure how your spouse is going to take it - let them practise. And then have a child with somebody else, I presume.