Buggies are evil! How does anyone cope with them on a daily basis? I took mine out today, for the first time in a long time, thinking it would be helpful in the search for a dress for the big day. It started out well. We managed the bus and about 15 mins of the first shop. But then meltdown occurred, and for the next 3 hours M was in the sling and the buggy held the goodies. During this time I managed to scuff 8 skirting boards, scratch a couple of doors and bag far too many other shoppers in the ankles. And how much of a plonker did I look, pushing a buggy as well as carrying a baby?
My final question today? Why on earth don’t more people use slings?
I will never understand.
(M before crisis point)