I remember them well and rued the day I opted for what was then the more trendy babygro for my firstborn to wear when I brought him home from hospital. I was so naive it hadn’t occurred to me that I wouldn’t snap back immediately to my pre pregnancy shape, and discovered that the suit (we all wore suits for special occasions then) that I had asked my DH to bring in for me wouldn’t fasten at the waist. I anchored it with an elastic band through the button hole and looped round the button. This worked well for a time. My DS was brought to me and placed on the bed for me to dress having since I last saw him grown at least two extra sets of arms and legs and was intent on waving them all. The elastic snapped, and at that moment the door opened and the Matron accompanied by the Queen’s gynaecologist, who was touring the hospital made a beeline towards me. I immediately thrust my legs wide apart to keep the skirt up, whilst he asked me all sorts of questions whilst I (with a very red face) tried stuffing all these additional arms and legs into this really stupid garment, while trying to maintain my dignity. DS had only been used to the regulation hospital gowns during his 10 days in hospital. When I arrived home, I made straight for the Harrington’s, until I had got the hang of this wriggly little eel! Without Harrington’s I doubt I would have mastered nappy changing and retained my sanity.