I b/fed my babies here, there and everywhere but chickened out on the terrace of the House of Commons, where I made my loud and grabby 9 month old suffer the indignities of a bottle. She was not impressed and kept hauling my shirt up, outraging the crusty MPs around us. She's 9 now and I'm sure she'd be happy to enlighten Cowbear's littl'un. After snatching her mobile of course, since we're SE5 rednecks.