Years ago, when I’d just had my fourth child, I dragged my husband to the car dealer to get something that could accommodate our rapidly growing family. The children were all under five, so we needed a car that could comfortably take four car seats, bags of nappies in assorted sizes, baby wipes, portable change mats, a commercial-size tub of Sudocrem for nappy rash, toys, pacifiers, spare dummies, books, bottles, emergency snack travel Eskys, a triple pram plus attachable scooter pad, changes of clothes and the occasional brave adult friend who wanted to spend time with us.
We went with a people mover, a white Tarago with eight seats and excellent boot capacity. It was safe, reliable and a total workhorse, like its primary driver – me. Over the next…