Much of this chattering about maternal woes, worries and baby milestones is pretty harmless — and it’s a lifeline if you’re after information, or like me, just need a laugh and good company because you’re stuck at home.

But there has to be a limit, and, like so many others, I’m exceeding mine by so far that I’m pretty much addicted.

And this concerns me deeply. Where are our ‘little darlings’ while we are online?

Are they growing up seeing more of the back of Mummy’s head than her face, while she taps away on Twitter? Is this the new ­middle class neglect? And how is this affecting our children?