When I got my new pump, Aaron was over and asked me if I was going to give it a name (Aaron and Andy name everything in their lives – their cars, even the different vege plants in their garden – it’s very cute). It hadn’t actually occurred to me prior to that conversation, and given that I’d had a baby about two weeks earlier I found myself a little devoid of ideas.

“Arnie!”, exclaimed my husband. We all spun around to look at him, none of us figuring out why you’d call your insulin pump Arnie.

“Because it’s pumping and pumping and pumping”, he said (in a bad Austrian accent).