It's the morning after Molly's birth. I'm resting in bed, Mr Meep's having a tidy up. He enters the room.
"I've put the placenta in the freezer. It's between the Jus Roll puff pastry and the lemoncello."
(Don't worry, we're not making a casserole out of it - we are going to bury it under a fruit tree in the garden. And it's double-bagged, in case you ever pop round and I offer you a refreshing glass of ice cold home-made lemoncello.)