Madeleine Teahan

Carrie Johnson and the reality of having four children

(Photo: Getty)

While I am delighted to hear that Poppy Eliza Josephine Johnson, the fourth child of Boris and Carrie Johnson, arrived safely on Saturday, I’d be lying if I said that a small part of me didn’t die on seeing Carrie Johnson’s latest Instagram photos of the last days of her pregnancy. The cinematic shots of little tots kissing her belly, in her immaculate home, were not even the most implausible part of the shoot. Instead, it was the photo of her sitting alone, devoid of any children climbing up her legs or chewing her luscious hair.

One elderly gent witnessed me trying to cross the car park with three kids and yelled from the other side: ‘how are you going to cope with four, love?’  

Okay, it was a professional photo shoot, but as a mother of four young children, it is just too far removed from my reality to appreciate.

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