Stephen Lacey is quite possibly the most neurotic human being on the planet. A bundle of depression, anxiety and hives, he wonders whether he's cut out to be a father. In fact, he's not even sure he likes children.

Henry Loves Jazz is a fly-on-the-wall account of what happens when Henry, his first-born child, comes home: the sleepless nights, exploding eco-nappies, celebrity chef cookbooks, black jellybeans and giant Mexican tarantulas.

Henry Loves Jazz is not just about those first months of coping with a baby at forty-three, but the author's journey from a childless existence to the dagdom of parenthood. Along the way, he questions everything he knows about his own upbringing and his relationship with his parents and his long-suffering wife. He also discovers a love so deep, he can't see the bottom.