I am sitting in a coffee shop (where I managed to nab a nice comfy sofa) discretely breastfeeding Mrs T when along comes an old lady and plonks her shopping bags in the chair adjacent to me, without a word. I presume she is simply resting them there while she gets a coffee. No. She comes back with her drink, sits down and starts doing the newspaper crossword. I wouldn’t mind but she didn’t even ask if I minded NOR did she make an effort to distance herself from me a bit AND there were plenty of seats. What is that all about?? So rude. Feel my privacy is well and truly compromised. Plus, I am meeting a friend in a bit. If I hadn’t been so shocked would have told her to bugger off.
(I also feel a bit naughty talking about her behind her back because she is still right next to me now).
Shame Mrs T is so damn good if she was screaming she’d probably have left long ago.
Mrs T gives you all a wave by the way (I think she’s been watching too much coverage of the Pope’s inauguration)
“Hello! I’m enjoying chewing my Mum’s feeding blanket. Yum. God bless you.”
