In which I talk further about my boobs*

So the last post which was verbose and intense, rambling and at times incoherent were basically the result of an intense few days during which Grover was a feeding and I-must-be-held-at-all-times tormentor machine.

But you know, today is a new day and hell, lets just fall back into a neat 3.5hour feeding routine where we just want/need one side. Just like that.

The mammaries? They are suffering.

That is all.

* I realise that people I work with read this and that some of them are male or indeed, females who have no need or desire to know about the status of my body parts. I apologise to them and the four other males I know read this blog. Just be grateful I’m not talking about the bits that bleed, because that, my friends is quite a story.