A friend passed this hideousity on to me today. Apparently available in NY – it’s a mum, or should I say, mom and baby snugglie. Ker-ist! It’s like Alien remade by Disney. All I can say is Thank God all that baby crap is behind me now – all the saintly condescension about not breastfeeding enough or too much, or not buying baby warmer wipes (I kid you not) or working, or having a life and being a mother. Or pain in the arse people telling me not to eat this or feed the kid that because they read in the Daily Mail that this survey said . . actually I can’t be bothered to finish that sentence. Thank God I don’t have to say to someone in a shop: ‘No thanks I don’t want to buy that mum and baby snugglie because I’m afraid it will make me look like an utter twat. And despite being a mother I care (occasionally) about looking like a human being and not a sci-fi twat.’ Somehow, only having teenage pregnancy, drugs and insane rudeness to contend with is a walk in the park in comparison . . . .