This is the extent of my pregnancy craziness: I'm on the way into work, I am already a bit late, because I have just been at an important meeting and thus, I am taking a different route to the office.
I sit on the bus and my mind says something like this, 'If I take this bus an extra two stops in that direction, and then walk a bit towards that other tube station, instead of the getting off at, oops, the one passing me now on the left, then I may, just accidentally pass John Lewis, wherein lie lots of lovely buggies.
So that is what I did. Even though I know I need to go back with the Darling Painter to get his opinion too, I did the detour and took myself and the Pullen Bear up to the fourth floor and tried to inconspicuously wheel a buggy or two around for my own peace of mind (read: pleasure/confusion).
Except that they keep all of their lovely buggies with the breaks switched on. This sounds simple enough if you were riding a bike, say, or even driving a car. But these buggies are more complicated than a Rubix Cube.
'I can do this', I thought, while I pressed several white buttons and looked like a deranged gardener with a jammed lawnmower. Thankfully, a very nice assistant walked past and put me out of my misery. He also showed me how to fold each version down and generally gave me a bit of an Bugaboo overview. When he asked whether I wanted to 'play around' with the buggies on my own, I muttered something about my husband needing to see them too and scarpered.
As it turns out, pushing a buggy feels very proper in a I'm A Mummy, kind of way. And I wasn't exactly ready for it at 9.30am on a Wednesday morning, already late for work.
The results of today's brief dalliances with the Bugaboos is that the Cameleon is still ahead, just. I know, I know, this is a highly thrilling post. If you are still reading it by this point you either have way too much time on your hands, or are my greatest fan ever (thank you, presents later). Either way, sorry to drone on, I will make a decision.
Then we need to buy a new car. And don't even get me started on that one.
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