Coffee, milk and smacks

Diana and I had been best friends since we were about 11 or 12 years old – we met as our parents went to the same church. By the time this story happened, we were both in our late 20s, with a child each of our own. Leone, my little girl, was around six months old and Diana’s son Harry was about three and half.

Of course, motherhood was keeping us both busy and it was a rare treat for Diana and I to meet up, but on this particular day, we arranged to have lunch together at her home. I didn’t drive at the time, so had to take a cross-town bus trip – no light undertaking with a baby and pram. Leone was hungry and really needed a feed but I was still a bit shy about getting my boobs out in public, so she had to wait.

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