I think Margaret has got a crush on James in a motherly ‘lets go to bed so I can tuck you in nicely’ kind of way. I saw her laughing at him with gay abandon last night.
And what about those baby high heeled shoes that were offered for sale at the Baby Show ? They didn’t make me laugh, they made me want to spit. Why wait until a baby girl is delivered to objectify her - isn’t there a deodoriser that could be squirted up the mother’s birth canal to dye the amniotic fluid pink and make it smell of vanilla ? Or how about baby bras with a teddy bear print for newborn girls ? In satin, like the shoes that were on offer.