This was a great shop for BF mums. I was visiting the in-laws when Jeff Woad (nickname for baby, see Withnail and I) demanded food. In the 4 min window i am allowed before he goes purple I made it to M&S. Now, I realise I am alone in hating their ad campaign of a range of "beauties" all meant to appeal to various women (I'm sorry, but If i'd have been pregnant and they targeted me with Myleene I'd have cried. If my puffed up head would have allowed it. But no, i'd have retained the water.), and I don't like their clothes either, I think they are too expensive and not made for midgets like me, even the petite range. I just feel like I go in there and have to shop at a bit labelled "short and fat". But anyway, their provision for me and my boobs, in Harrogate at least was heavenly. A large, buggy negotiable room, nicely, lowly lit, quiet, away from the hububb and with comfy, yes comfy, chairs, water on tap, magazines, and clean toilets and changing units with wipes etc. In fact, I lingered rather than attempt the hell that was TK Maxx.
It made me want to say thankyou to them.
But i still hate the adverts.
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