(for Tilda) I know something that I wouldn’t mind seeing extinct, I told Evie and Tilda, who were cuddling up to me in bed, Pusheens! – those blimpy, expensive soft toy cats plonked haughtily in toy shops (basically high-end retail therapy for children), whose proliferation in our kids’ den (like squishy boulders with squinty eyes, snuggly surfaces you can sink into, and which exude, as cultural theory suggests of cute things, a creepiness due to our implicit power over them) haunts me when I...