Trolleys are still a nightmare. I popped to Tesco today to collect a highchair I had ordered for Rory. I knew it would be bulky so the pram would be no use. I parked up and grabbed the large trolley with the baby chair at the front. I popped Rory in it. He looked a bit nervous, and also he seemed a bit big for it. I checked the weight limit, 9kg. I was pretty sure Rory was over that, but what’s the other option? He’s still not able to sit up fully so I was nervous to put him in the folding seat at the front. I picked up a few items I needed, popped them in the trolley and we set off to the counter to collect the chair. He started screaming. Shit. What do I do now? I’d come so far with the trolley and now I had shopping to pay for. People were looking. Jesus. What did they think I should do? I headed for the counter at lightening speed. There was a queue. The assistant clocked my screaming child and looked over apologetically. This was no good. I decided to pay for my items and then return. As I went back the same assistant rushed over. “I’m so sorry” she said “I heard him cry but there was nothing I could do”. She looked at Rory, now not crying. “Oh my! What a BIG boy!…In a tiny chair”. “He’s not even 6 months old yet” I told her, by way of an explanation. “And I need to pick up a highchair”. I collected the highchair and wedged it in the back of the trolley. Having gone through all that, I came home and tried to build the highchair. That took 45 minutes, and then I realised the lining on the chair was ripped. I phoned Tesco and the chair is now out of stock. Of course it is. Pass me the wine!