I’m waiting for an Uber at the moment to take me to the hospital where my daughter is in the early stages of labour.

I feel very nervous about what I am going to be able to contribute and whether I’m actually just going to be in the way. My youngest daughter is 36, so it’s a long time since I’ve been in that situation.

I’m certainly not squeamish. Blood doesn’t worry me at all. I feel anxious about my own child going through a major experience, which we know is going to be painful and it’s going to be exhausting.

I didn’t expect that my daughter would want to include me. I was absolutely overwhelmed to be asked. It’s a fantastic privilege, a fantastic honor.