3 and a half years ago Irina and I went to Israel for our honeymoon. It was hot. I mean, really hot. I think I sweated as much in a day as I would in a year back at home. I expect Irina may have been questioning her judgment seeing the river that flowed unceasingly from my forehead for 2 weeks. Luckily we share an unusual sense of humour, and the effect of the savage heat on our bodies became…
I was shown to a stool to the left of the bed, and told not to move. I sat on my sweating hands, arms locked straight and my shoulders high, shifting from side to side and peering over the bars along the side of the bed. I didn’t have to wait a long time. A few minutes passed – a blur of exclamation and effort and wails of instruction and encouragement – then it happened. Very red, and screaming without…