Mamas and Papas

I am a massively excited 2^nd time mum to be. Basically all of my cards and any access to cash should be locked in a safe and I should be locked in a room a long long way away from the safe.
So when I casually dropped it into a conversation that I would stop on the way home to go the Argos at Glasgow Fort I thought g might see through my dastardly plan to ‘have a wee look’ in Mamas and Papas. 13 and a half years of marriage have taught me many things but possibly the most valuable is that if you want to sneak something past him mention it while he is talking or thinking bike. This way I get to be all ‘but I did tell you’ without really having told him at all!
So with no child or husband in tow I was looking forward to a leisurely browse and wondering how effectively I could slip the subject of bankruptcy into a bike conversation.
The store is bright and busy with car seats and buggies on the left and clothing, maternity and small person on the right with the furniture, bedding, etc. at the back of the store. Unfortunately, even in the mists of excitement I was conscious that the prices were mental. For the same mamas and papas branded toy elephant that I could get in Tesco for £14 the store wanted to charge me £20.
I was in the store for a good wee while. Erm, I might have been having one of those mad lady internal arguments over some very beautiful multi-​coloured star covered sheets. They cost £32 for 2, the ikea ones cost £9 for 2. They are so very pretty, they will probably be pooed on. All the while picking them up and putting them down again, over and over again. I didn’t see a member of staff floating around let alone get asked if I needed any help. Admittedly they could have been on the phone checking to see if any patients were missing from ward 25 at Monklands.
Eventually having decided not to risk giving my husband a heart attack over £32 cot sheets I headed to the till with a magic sheep, seriously cool soundy lighty soft toy that will make my child sleep through the night without fail — grasps at straws manically! Don’t worry before I parted with my cash I checked that the sheep wasn’t any cheaper elsewhere — thank goodness for 3G.
At the till I found the most illusive of mamas and papas things a member of staff. She was however, far too busy and important one fingered typing to serve customers.
Obviously far too busy and important to even deign to make eye contact with a customer as she hollered for another member of staff to ‘do the tull’. Unfortunately, the lassie who came to do the till must have been on the same customer service course. No eye contact, a grunt response to my futile attempts to make conversation and then part way through serving me turned around to initiate conversation with the one on the computer.
I won’t be going back to Mamas and Papas. I could forgive the mental prices if you were paying for the ‘experience’ of shopping in an amazing environment with fawning staff. But if I’m going to put up with service like this then I want a bargain, a big bargain.

This is a nice bright Mamas and Papas store selling maternity clothes and babies clothes which are really cute but quite expensive. They have a selection of prams and travel systems with plenty of room to have a push and get the feel of them. They have some highchairs and lovely bright toys and walkers.
They also have seperate wee rooms to give you an idea of what your nursery can be like it gives inspiration. The furniture is very expensive but the bedding is so cute although they do have 10% days a couple of times a year and a couple of sales which make it a bit more reasonable.