This bad boy isn’t the cheapest high chair on the market but it’s one of the dozen or so items in my procession I couldn’t imagine life without.
Sturdy enough to contain a (very lively) mini man through thick and tantrum, it is also neat enough to fold and stow away for when the Queen comes to tea. Happens aaaall the time.
Beautifully designed to not need straps, mini man is secured into place by the clip-on, wipe-clean table top and means cleaning the whole thing is a doddle, and it still looks like new 12 months and LOTS of spaghetti hoops later.
You can buy it from old faithful, John Lewis