It is fair to say that before we went to Zafferano with our friends Alistair and Eileen and their two year old, I had not fully appreciated the uses to which a bread stick could be put. We arrived for lunch one Sunday after a visit to a packed Science Museum. Jack, our nearly four year old was ravenous, but two year old George was ready for his lunchtime nap and not best pleased at still being awake

Zuma is buzzy with the kind of European crowd you really only find in Knightsbridge, so you’d be forgiven for thinking that they would also benefit from a European attitude to babies and children. We went at a weekend lunch time, when the place was filled with a great deal of animal print, gold and expensive blond highlights

I think I must have spent an embarrassingly large proportion of my time before the arrival of Jack in Harvey Nichols – much of it in the company of my lovely friend Eileen, chatting, browsing and cooing over beautiful things. So, naturally, as I started to feel more like the pre-pregnancy me, I persuaded my husband to venture into Knightsbridge on a Sunday. Well, someone needed to look after Jack while I was trying on shoes