When I first became pregnant, my husband wished for a boy and I wished for a girl. We got a girl. And then more girls, three in all so far. But it didn’t quite work out the way I’d expected, because my girls are all complete and total Tomboys – my husband’s secret revenge. I love my girls, don’t get me wrong; they are my life and I would lie down in front of bulldozers for them. But I still wish for a girly girl, every now and then. Someone I could pass all this knowledge of shoes and handbags…