Sometimes she opens her eyes.

On Piglet’s first trip to a bookshop we espied a book about the American branch of the paternal side of her family.

‘Look, it’s your cousin John and his little baby.’

This is what a week-old baby looks like at midnight at the outdoor cinema: asleep. That’s her friend Stacey looking after her; we had a little trouble getting her back from Stacey afterwards.

The film was Charade, starring Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant. In July and August they have regular outdoor screening of fairly random films projected onto the side of the castle on Montjuic overlooking the city.

On the Saturday, a mere four days after her birth, the hospital tells us we can go home. It’s a terrifying prospect, being told you can just walk out the front door of the hospital with a tiny baby. She’s all ours to look after. I half expected us to get challenged at the exit; that it was all a big wind-up. They couldn’t really be letting us take her home. What do we know about looking after babies?

Nobody stopped us at the door, so Piglet came home on the metro, all of two stops from the hospital.

El bebé’s first social appointment on her first day home was to meet her Grandad and her Auntie Rachel. We all went for dinner on the plaça about 11 PM, and not a murmur of complaint out of her for the lateness of the hour, or for dining so late. Pure local. Most of us had the tapas, piglet had the fresh milk.

Here she is meeting her grandad for the first time…

She’s going to be even taller than her mother…