The scene is set for some observational blogging. I’ll call it Tube Tales as i often find that interesting stuff happens on the tube.

Case in point was sitting in front of me. She is the mother of a new born and looks exhausted. Poor dear. I do empathise. I was standing here minding my own business, and next thing she whipped out the boob and started breast feeding.

Now I would never, but so be it and if it works for you then awesome.

But the truely eye popping part of this story was that it was only a few stops later when she had obviously finished, and had disembarked already from the train (I had been engrossed in my phone to avoid staring which is why I was a little slow off the mark), that I realised she was walking happily along with the boob still on display.

I will be checking local traffic reports later to see of there have been any pile ups in the area.

What a way to end the day.

— somewhere in London