The Savoy was wonderful, not least because Nell won the Romance prize.
It was a day of firsts for me. First time getting baby on a train and in a cab and in a bus. First time leaving baby with a babysitter (the saintly Biddy). First time putting on high heeled shoes since last July. First time being at the Savoy when not pregnant and therefore able to drink champagne with my editors. First time breastfeeding baby in the posh ladies’ loos at the Savoy.
All these firsts make you so much more confident. I know, now, that I can travel to London with a pushchair, and how to find routes around the city. I know that the Fecklet will behave himself with a non-parent, and that he will come out safely on the other side even though I’m not watching him breathe.
It wasn’t my first time getting my breasts out in public, not by a long shot, but it was definitely the first time in such elegant surroundings. (Ann Summers van notwithstanding.)
By the time I got home I was utterly exhausted and I spent yesterday doing little but sloping around the house grabbing a nap whenever possible.
It was a great day and you did really well!
The fecklet was a little angel and Biddy was a natural! It was so good to see you and to get a munch of your adorable baby.
Having my boys just two years apart I found THE BEST washrooms in the entire town. It was strange knowledge to acquire…but if you are ever in Portland and Fecklet is hungry…head for Nordstroms.
Did you know your blog is listed here?
http://www.pageflakes.com/romance/10104486
Interesting, and ironically, I can’t access it on my Mac. Thanks for letting me know, Jenna, I hope it’s not listed as “stupidest blog in the universe” (though that would be okay, I guess).
I know–I am now an expert on every changing room and breast feeding area in the centre of Reading, and plan my route around them.