My dad was the second youngest of five.
Growing up, I went to school and dancing classes with some of the children of a family of eight. At the last count, as it were. Really nice family. They did plenty of activities, were friendly and jolly. One of the few surnames I can remember from childhood.
In my current life, I know a woman who must have about the same number, if not more by now. I can't say that we're exactly friends but I see her around the village and we say hello.
I don't know her personal circumstances but she and the children seem to be doing well. She's a force of nature really. She looks like peak Kate Moss or Vanessa Paradis and never seems to age or have any changes to her body from her pregnancies.
One day, I'll see her walking about wearing leggings and a cropped top with a perfect little bump out front and not an ounce of fat anywhere else, then a few weeks later, I'll clock her again with an unfeasibly chubby newborn in a little pram and her abs will have popped back in again to an almost concave stomach.
She's a very calm person and it obviously suits her. Again, the children are all very polite and well behaved. Mostly girls until recently. She now seems to be on streak of having boys.
I like her. I don't have a car and although she doesn’t know me very well at all - we know each other's first names - she'll offer me a lift home from the supermarket in the TribeMobile with no strings atrached if we run into each other.