The confinement

The confinement

I am now officially on maternity leave, or as my workplace likes to put it, in my ‘confinement period’.  I’m both amused and appalled by the term, as it feels a little archaic in this day and age.  To me it conjures images of a woman in a 19th century white cotton nightgown, sitting up in a four poster bed, gazing out of a window and watching the world go by.  In actual fact my leave so far has been anything but that…

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