It’s been five days since I returned to Britain, after twenty fantastic days at home. Where have I been? I got an infection as soon as I arrived, so I spent the first three days at hospital and in my dormitory room. It wasn’t pleasant; the whole situation has been too disgusting to describe, I would say. But the labour pain (I had contractions also, yes, so it was hard to persuade the paramedics that I wasn’t pregnant) that I felt gave me an idea about what it is like when women give birth. Anyways, I was well enough for the exhausting work that followed during the weekend. Talking about…