Well apparently it’s mainly down to the introduction of Microbes.
What with stair gates, nursing chairs, socket covers, playpens and primary-coloured plastic, it’s a veritable style-free zone chez Microboy. I almost freaked when I clapped eyes on the Panopticon-of-Doom the other day in all of its monstrous glory, taking up half of our living room. What was I thinking? But I have now taken it to pieces and played with it and convinced myself that it is exactly what we need to solve our open plan issues.
Here’s what I’m planning:
These two sections are going be wall-anchored to form a gateway to the hallway, to prevent Micro crawling off to the kitchen by himself (with bonus feature of torturing the cats, who can’t fit through it!)
The next three segments can be used as and when needed to form a hefty fire screen. (Ok, it’s not pretty… but it could be worse).
and the rest of the time they fold up nice and small and could be tucked behind a chair.
This leaves me with one spare segment that I will probably chuck in the loft and a thick blue play mat that I’ve put under the Jumperoo as a muffler for our poor long-suffering neighbours. (I actually quite like the fact that it has a lip on it, which makes it a handy receptable for chucking toys at when we’re tidying up).
So – all in all – I think I’m grudgingly pleased with it*. Now we have to do the stair gate too. Oh, the relentlessness.
* Disclaimer: please note that all of the above is filtered through the temporary insanity of one who has lost all sense of style and forgotten how utterly irredeemable she would have found all of this baby tat last year.