Today was our first post-stoma day of “normality”. Paul back at work, me with Jake. Our usually difficult Sainsbury’s trip was fine. Then he screamed all the way down the High Street. Everybody stared and I got annoyed. My mood quickly went downhill. I couldn’t help myself and briefly became crazy Mummy, shouting, “Take a good look everybody, screaming child, never seen before!” Then we went into the park and he stopped. There, Jake pootled around happily with a friendly cat in tow for over an hour, playing gently in the sun, miaowing together. How quickly things change. What relief.