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Daily trivia,
One-on-one
Emma read yesterday’s post, in which I very briefly mentioned my reluctance to taste her breast-milk when she was feeding daughter Eva. “Like father, like son,” she said. Seeing the horrified expression on my face, she quickly reminded me of a story my father used to tell. As a nipper of six or seven, he was travelling on a tramcar, and was fascinated by a woman breastfeeding her baby - not an uncommon sight in those far-off days. “Would you like a drink?” the woman asked, with a mischievous smile. “Only if you put it in a cup,” he replied in disgust. Whatever it was in my case, I said, it certainly wasn’t disgust. Last night, with little else on television, we watched a repeat of Little Britain, which included a sketch in which a thirty-something upper-class twit, demanding “Bitty, bitty!” is breastfed by his matronly mother. (It’s basically the same sketch every week, incidentally.) Changing channels, to watch a rerun of The Royle Family, we were confronted with Denise breastfeeding Baby David. Given such a coincidence, what could I do but root out this picture.