The babylady has started getting ridiculously upset when a door gets closed. At first it was just the utility room door. Then the kitchen door. Now the living room door. There she is, beavering away on one task or another (alphabeticalising her books, posting woodshapes into a hole-filled horse, collecting flakes of shredded kitkat wrapper) and the minute you close the door she bursts into a full-on tantrum…pounding the door and wailing. It’s like watching the Crystal Maze.