Quinny. Pilko. Buzz. What the devil happened to plain old ordinary pushchairs and prams? Visit http://www.whenawomansuptheduff.blogspot.com/ if you want to see the agonies and decisions played out in front of your eyes.
When I was a baby (shortly after the permian era) my mother was untroubled by lightweight travel systems: a pram handed down from her parents was fine. Same pram as my older sister, and exactly the same for my younger sister, five years later: a creaking, rusty stalwart, painted a fetching light lime green, with spoked wheels and white solid rubber tyres - the pram that is, not my sister - served for us all.
When I was a baby (shortly after the permian era) my mother was untroubled by lightweight travel systems: a pram handed down from her parents was fine. Same pram as my older sister, and exactly the same for my younger sister, five years later: a creaking, rusty stalwart, painted a fetching light lime green, with spoked wheels and white solid rubber tyres - the pram that is, not my sister - served for us all.
Was I thinking of Pam Ann when I used this 'Pram Angst' title?
Go see Pam Ann at http://www.pamann.com/ or better still, live.
Pam Ann, Thankyou Ma'am.
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