One of Mistress Anna's feeding machines (aka her right breast) is no longer functioning. Given Maud is now slurping up milk to a level which is potentially beyond her mother's ability to provide, Mistress Anna decided yesterday to purchase a tin of artificial hydrogenated baby drink mixture, manufactured by a patriarchal multinational corporation (aka infant formula). The conversation in the shop went like this:
Pharmacy assistant: "Can I help you?"
Mistress Anna: "Yes, I'm looking for some infant formula, my baby is six months old and I've been breastfeeding so far so I wanted to know which ones you might recommend?"
Pharmacy assistant: "Ahhhhh, I think it's only the brands 'n' that that are different..."
Mistress Anna: "Right. Well. Obviously."
Sheeesh. Maud is not alone in thinking she'd get better advice from Alice in Wonderland or the Easter Bunny.
