Francinsense, Myrhh, gold - nope! These days any Zayde worth his salt arrives with a Bugaboo. Oy, is this a marketing exercise or not? You don't even need a Primrose Hill address or go partying with Saint Gwyneth to be saddled with a designer buggy. In my days it was a Maclaren, it got my daughter around just fine but for my grandaughter it's 800 quid's worth of PR spin. Don't get me wrong, nothing is too good for my daughter or my grandaughter - bless - but i get the feeling that it is going to be an expensive road ahead. Ok, the newcomer is gorgeous, no bias here. This is true, I looked at a couple of other newbies on the ward and they looked pretty ordinary in comparison to the amazing creature my daughter had just produced. It was down to refinement, babies don't all look alike; ours was already showing that classiness that would set her aside from her peers.
So the journey commences, a designer buggy and a designer babygrow with convict stripes and the words ' I've been inside for 9 months' emblazoned on it and 1000 quid approaches rapidly. My credit cards are beginning to wake up after a moment of peace and quiet. I'll let you know how it all goes on...
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