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      "body": "![IMG_6092.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmY9yXMNA43ESuNMRYm1gdHoXj8JuTnfjzbxK7KNzPapAi/IMG_6092.jpg)\n\nI never knew how much my little London neighbourhood changed during the day until I went on maternity leave. When I was working I only ever saw it at either end of rush hour or on the weekends. I read articles in the Metro that referred to my postcode as 'Nappy Valley' for it's desirability as a place to raise kids, but was always surprised by that. Our neighbourhood is all trendy pubs and cafes, a place of refuge for weekend brunch crowds or people with cute dogs, sure, but far from the American suburban streets I grew up on. What do all the London kids do all day if they can't ride their bikes around the streets while their mom's stay in the house and watch soap operas/drink wine with the neighbours? I never see anyone but fast-walking business people walking alongside me to and from the station every morning and evening, headphones in, coffees in hand.\n\nBut I am willing to wager that every neighbourhood in London has a secret double life, even yours. As soon as the last rush hour train pulls out of your local tube station all the mums and babies of your area will scuttle out of their flats like little stressed out hermit crabs and take over everything for exactly 6 hours. \n\nFirst, they'll jam their prams into the tiny coffee shops around the corner from your house, competing for space against childless freelancers in an awkward game of buggy Tetris.\n\nThen they'll gather outside your local pub, waiting for the doors to open at exactly noon. They'll flood through the double doors and spread out blankets, toys, prams, iPads and other home comforts, forming  cliques while their kids run around the pub in feral packs with only the bartenders looking after them. Some will pull out laptops and pretend to work, typing furiously while their child bites their arms, rips up napkins or tears jewellery from their earlobes.\n\nThey'll swap numbers for childminders and nannies much in the way I imagine stocks are traded on Wall Street. “I gotta girl who can do Tuesdays and Thursdays, anyone need Tuesdays and Thursdays? Can anyone trade their Monday for a Friday?\"\n\nYour favourite local restaurant will be full of grandparents who travel down from Manchester to look after their grandchild on the same day every week. They'll spend way too long deciding what to order for the baby and then sit around and narrate it's every move. “She likes the bread but doesn’t like the cheese!” they’ll bemuse while the child throws cheese on the floor. “Oh look at that! He’s slobbering on the coasters!”\n\nOn a sunny day groups of mums will commandeer every outdoor patio, breastfeeding while disscusing sleep methods and feeding schedules as if they’re war strategists contriving a plan for their next battle. They’ll debate parenting books with the rigour of an academic, arguing their theories and evangelising about any successes they've had testing them on their kids.\n\nThey very rarely sit, preferring instead to stand, shush, jiggle, rock and pace while they talk, marking their territory with stray pacifiers or muslins or the little bits of soggy bread that seem to follow mums wherever they go.\n\nIf a mum is alone, trying to accomplish some form of “work,” she’ll get up at regular intervals to ask nearby mums if they wouldn’t mind watching her laptop. She’ll head to the bathroom, baby in hand, while other mums smile with sympathy knowing the intricate dance she’s about to do in the toilets - baby in one hand while she undoes the zip, shifts baby to the other hand to give jeans a good tug down, one side at a time, baby on lap while she pees, baby awkwardly balanced on sink while she tries to pull her jeans back up, against gravity and over her widened hips, one butt cheek refusing to comply. She'll go to wash her hands but they’re both already unhygienically in her baby’s mouth…plus the baby is terrified of the sound the hand dryer makes and will cry for 15 minutes if she even so much has accidentally swipes an elbow under the sensor.\n\nYour neighbourhood park is full of women who have just sat down on a bench to breast feed their crying baby cursing anyone who sits on the same bench. They’ll awkwardly reach for a muslin to cover up with, but the wind will blow it sideways just as their baby breaks the latch to look at the stranger next to them, boob suddenly exposed, breastmilk everywhere. “Why THIS bench you batty old man???” she’ll say to herself in her head, or maybe even out loud without realising. Then she’ll feel guilty when she imagines her own baby son as an old man going to the park every day to sit on his favourite bench. \n\nYou can hear them striking up conversations on the tube, trying to out-self-depricate each other.\n\n“I’ve only lost 5 pounds of my pregnancy weight and I had my baby 7 months ago.”\n\n“You’re so lucky to even have time to weigh yourself! I wish I was that organised.”\n\n“I’ve actually gained weight since I was pregnant,” they’ll say, turning the original woman’s self-deprecating remark into an outright brag.\n\nThe waiter at your local restaurant - the one who always takes great care to explain the local, organic, seasonal, farm-to-table breakfast menu to the weekend crowd -  will spend their daytime hours patiently waiting for a new mum to remember “that word for a big circular piece of bread with sauce and cheese on it.”\n\n“Pizza?”\n\n“Yes! One of them, please.”\n\nYour neighbourhood streets are full of parents trying to have phone conversations while chasing kids on tiny scooters. Or women chasing after buses, hands full of baby paraphernalia, a single breast swinging wildly to and fro because they forgot to do up one side of their maternity bra.\n\nYour tiny neighbourhood shops are full of women bashing into store displays with their buggies, knocking over potted plants that they’ve deluded themselves into thinking they’re finally ready to buy, wrongly believing that if they can rear a child they can keep a houseplant alive.\n\nSuddenly the clock strikes 4 and, as if by magic, the bedlam subsides as all the stay-at-home parents scuttle back to their houses before the rush hour trains start heaving city workers back into your neighbourhoods.\n\nThe pubs will take secret delight in going around telling anyone who dares to stick around with kids that, “I’m sorry, we have a no kids after 5 policy.” They'll evacuate the last child just before the first city worker comes in for their after-work pint, blissfully unaware that hours before that very same table was being used as a makeshift nappy changing station. They'll finish their pint, peel a sticky coaster off their elbow, and wander home to their families, glad to be out of the chaos of the city and in to the calm serenity of Zone 3.",
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      "body": "The morning after England lost to Croatia in the World Cup semi-finals I went to a coffee shop in my neighbourhood called Browns of Brockley. I like to go there sometimes while my son takes his morning nap in the pram and try to get some \"work\" done.  It's the kind of place where the clientele wear clear-rimmed glasses and vintage denim and open up Mac laptops.\n\nI chose an outdoor table because it was sunny. It had four seats, but I positioned my stroller in a way that  justified my taking an entire table for myself, then I opened up my Mac laptop.  My son slept while I tinkered away on the keyboard in the sunshine, taking occasional sips of my iced oat milk latte and admiring how put together my life must look to an outsider.\n\nSuddenly I sensed my table peace was about to be compromised. I looked up. Two men had approached my vicinity, both the sort of men who didn't seem to be well acquainted with the word no. One shouted to the other as he went inside, something about coffee and something about England. \n\nThe second man hovered near the empty chairs that surrounded me.  He was pushing 60 and dressed in jeans and a wife beater, his arms covered in faded green tattoos - the kind that indicated he didn't have a 'preferred tattoo artist' in the city or that his decisions had no deeper artistic meaning or symbolism other than 'my mate did this one when we were 14 with a safety pin and a biro.' He looked directly into my eyes as he responded to his friend, who had just walked inside, \"black coffee, no milk\". His voice was low, gravelly, and as South London as they come.\n\n'The coffee of a psychopath,' I thought to myself while meeting his gaze with a smile. My long-standing rule for being approached by strangers has always been to smile and engage, in case my friendliness was the right deterrent for a potential mugger. Not to say this guy was a mugger, but he had what I would describe as 'resting mug shot face'. And not to say this tactic has always worked, I once smiled at a man who mugged me anyways.\n\nIn this instance I was unlucky, not because he mugged me but because he took the smile as a warm invitation and pulled up a chair and sat beside me. “I’m just really sad,” he said, still  looking straight into my eyes, “but I’m also happy because they were a good team and they made it so far. They gave us reason to hope again.” He was of course speaking about England's loss the night before.\n\nI offered my condolences but also my agreement in that they were a team to be proud of. I threw in a few key buzz words too, like 'Southgate' and 'JLing'. These were appreciated.\n\n“Where you from, love?” he asked.\n\n“California,” I said.\n\n“Cali-for-nigh-aaayyyy,” he said in his best ‘Californian’ accent.\n\nI laughed politely, sympathetic to his attempt. \n\n“There’s tons of you Americans around here. I just saw one over there!” he said, pointing to the train station, as if we were a type of vermin that you make note of so that you can warn everyone else.\n\nI agreed that there had been an influx of us in the area and muse about why an American would move to Brockley, of all London neighbourhoods. It's a question I ask myself a lot.\n\n“This is a great place to be! I’m a cockney, as you well know, from Stratford. I just moved here on Tuesday,” by this time his friend had joined us and the coffees placed in front of them, securing their position as my table companions, “was it Tuesday?”\n\n“No, Wednesday,\" his friend says.\n\n“No it was Tuesday.”\n\n“Oh yeah, you’re right. He came from the Isle of Sheppey, maddest place I’ve ever seen.”\n\n“Isle of Sheppey is a weird place. You ever been?”\n\n“No - is it in Scotland?” I say, making an effort. \n\n“No it’s off the coast of Kent. Got that mad bridge that gives me nightmares.”\n\n“Ah right, no I’ve never been. Well welcome to the area.” I hope that this would be a natural coda to the conversation and we can all sit in peace, ignoring each other the way Londoners are supposed to.\n\n“Been baking all day.” Damn. He's still going.\n\n“Oh yeah, what have you been baking?” my voice sounds like a kindergarten teacher and I resent it.\n\n“All sorts, it’s a little project I’m working on. I got a tray of those…what are they called?”\n\n“Shortbread,” his friend says. \n\n“Yeah got a whole tray of shortbread, and I’ve been working on some caramel chocolate chip cookies.”\n\n“He’s a good baker, he is,” says the friend. \n\nI'll be honest, this is not the way I pictured the conversation going when these men first sat down. \n\n“Wow, you’re gonna be ready to open up your own shop here then soon, eh?” I say, still hating the sound of my own voice. At this point I become aware of the people around me. The lady at the table next to us, sitting alone and reading a book. The man at the table to our other side wearing a leather jacket and photoshopping a light saber into a photo of a man in a bathrobe. I wonder if this is for work or pleasure.\n\n“I like the way they did this in the coffee,” says the skinnier cockney, pointing to his friends latte art, “it’s like art.”\n\n“Yeah…latte art,” I say, hoping lady with book or leather jacket guy couldn't hear how patronising that sounded. But if the guy is going to live in Brockley, he does need to know, I justify.\n\n“Yeah, latte art, that's a good one,” he says, chuckling. HIs friend chuckles too. I amuse myself by thinking they will go throughout their day believing I invented that term. “I don’t like milk in my coffee though, I like it black like this.”\n\n'Like a psychopath,' I think again, but stop myself before saying it aloud. Somehow I sense the irony would go amiss with this audience.\n\n“Yeah I just tried one of those Americanas, you ever heard of them?”\n\n“Yeah, I have - it’s sort of like the coffee you’re drinking now,” I say, still trying to take as much of the patronisation out of my voice as possible. But again, if he's going to live here he needs to know that the coffee he's drinking IS what he calls an Americana.\n\n“Yeah it does taste a lot like this! Very similar. Anyways, I’m going to see my son for the first time in two years tomorrow. Gettin pretty nervous. Me and his mum, it didn’t work out and I aint seen him in two years.”\n\nI begin to wonder if Isle of Sheppey is a well known prison location and if this man hasn’t had an Americano because he’s been locked away since before Howard Shultz appropriated the Americano for global consumers. This could also be why he doesn't see his son and has just discovered shortbread. Family and baking aren't allowed in prisons. They say that when you become a mother you get issued with some sort of stronger than average intuition, or what I would normally refer to as 'hormones'. Could I be over reacting and making harsh judgements of this man because the hormones raging around in my body are a little volatile? I think of my aunt Molly who teaches yoga in prisons and sings their praises as people who need to be treated humanely. I think of the segment I produced for a TV show about how we need to treat our prisoners like people so that they are less likely to reoffend. I think about the prisons in Norway who don't even lock the doors, believing that trust is the ultimate cure for their lives.\n\n“We aint botherin’ you are we?”\n\n“No!” I say, too enthusiastically. I check on Freddie, thankfully his eyes are open. “I think he’s just woken up and will get fussy in a minute.” I’m planting a seed in their heads so that it doesn’t look awkward when I just get up and leave. “You can always bake with your son, if you’re nervous about seeing him,” I say to hide the fact that I'm lying about being nervous.\n\n“Yeah,” says skinny cockney, but he’s distracted by Freddie and makes baby talk to him. “He’s a good lookin fella ain’t he! Hello you, you awake now?” We talk to Freddie, the three of us, and he makes mention that his son is 6 foot 2. \n\nHe shifts the conversation back to himself and moving to Brockley and not seeing his son, tying it in with the fact that he’s recently lost his mum and it made him go a little bit loopey, hence why he's been on the Isle of Sheppey. Then he tells me about how his sister sold everything she had and bought a caravan. I offer my sympathy, I think, but truthfully I’m lost and have a hard time following the conversation or if sympathy is the correct response.\n\n“I got stung by a bee the other day!” he says, rapidly changing the subject yet again.  \n\nHis friend laughs, “I aint been stung by a bee since there was one on me can of lager!” \n\nWe all laugh, them from enjoyment and me from ongoing nervousness. Skinny cockney says, “it got me right on me lip!”\n\nI want Freddie to start making a fuss so that I have an excuse to exit, but for the first time today he’s smiling and blowing spit bubbles. I poke and prod him affectionately, hoping it reminds him he’s hungry. I get enough of a distressed look to use that as an excuse. “Well, I think he’s going to get fussy and hungry soon so I better go.” The thought of breastfeeding in such close proximity to these guys gives me the fear. \n\n“Yeah little man is gonna get hungry aint ya? You look after your mum now you hear?”\n\n“Bye! Enjoy your day! Sorry again about England,” I say.\n\nI regret reminding him because his face goes sallow again and he and his friend turn back to their coffees. I catch the eye of another mum sitting with her baby at a table nearby, she gives me a sympathetic glance as if to say ‘I can’t believe you talked to them for so long,' but also, 'it could have been any of us.' I wonder if she thinks I’m a bad mother for teaching my kid to talk to strangers, or if I'm a good mother for teaching my kid to talk to strangers no matter how scary they look. I'm actually wondering that myself.\n\nOnce home I do a quick google search, just to see if I was right. All I see are caravans and adverts for holiday destinations. I'm annoyed at myself for being so cynical and later that night I tell the whole story to my husband. \n\n\"I don't know why I was so scared of the guy! Isn't it sad that I automatically thought those things about him?\"\n\nHe says, \"there is a prison on Isle of Sheppey. It's called HMP Stamford Hill. That guy 100 percent just got out of prison.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" I say, not sure anymore what lesson I've learned. \"But it was nice that I talked to him anyways, right?\"",
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      "body": "In London the landscape of your local neighbourhood completely changes during the hours of 10am and 4pm. If you commute to work every day, you only know your local coffee shops, restaurants and pubs to have a young trendy clientele, the sort you see enjoying brunch at the weekends or snapping up tickets to the latest local dinner pop-ups.\n\nDuring office hours, however, you’d be surprised to find out just how young the clientele can get. As soon as the last rush hour train has pulled out of your local tube station, all the mums and babies of your area scuttle out of their flats like little stressed out hermit crabs. They jam their prams into the tiny coffee shops around the corner from your house as if it were a real life game of Tetris where the losers are tutted at by childless freelancers perched at the coffee bar, spreading their bags over multiple chairs in order to prevent any kid from coming near their 'workspace'.\n\nYour local pub will have a bevy of mom’s waiting outside until it opens their doors precisely at noon, after which they’ll flood in and spread out blankets, toys, prams, iPads and other home comforts. They’ll form cliques and friendship groups, or pull out laptops and type furiously while their child bites their arms, rips up napkins or tears jewellery from their earlobes.\n\nSometimes they’ll bring the grandparents on a day outing, in which case everyone will just sit at the table and stare at the Family Baby while loudly narrating its every move. “She likes the bread but doesn’t like the cheese!” they’ll bemuse while the child throws cheese on the floor. “Oh look at that! He’s slobbering on the coasters!”\n\nIf they’re in groups they’ll talk about sleep methods and feeding schedules as if they’re war strategists contriving a plan for their next battle. They’ll discuss parenting books with the rigour of an academic, combing theories and testing personal hypothesis on their young, preaching of any minor successes they’ve had like an evangelist for a cult.\n\nThey’re very rarely sitting down, preferring instead to stand and hover around their tables in groups, rocking and shushing and jiggling and talking and taking tiny trips around the premises, disappearing and reappearing from various corners and doorways you didn’t know the restaurant had. If you were an outsider just stumbling on the scene you’d think you were witnessing some sort of tribal ritual or maybe one of those free-movement physical rainbow rhythms classes, like in Peep Show, but with babies.\n\nIf the mom is alone, trying to accomplish some form of “work,” she’ll get up at regular intervals to ask nearby moms if they wouldn’t mind watching her laptop. She’ll head to the bathroom, baby in hand, while other mums smile with sympathy knowing the intricate dance she’s about to do in the toilets - baby in one hand while you undo the button and zip, shift baby to the other hand to give your jeans a good tug down, one side at a time, baby on lap while you pee, baby awkwardly balanced on sink while you try to pull your jeans back up, against gravity and over your widened hips. There’s always one butt cheek that won’t comply. Don’t even bother washing your hands, they’re both already unhygienically in your baby’s mouth…plus your baby is terrified of the sound the hand dryer makes and will cry for 15 minutes if you even so much has accidentally swipe an elbow underneath it.\n\nOccasionally one brave solo work mum will ask a nearby group of mums if they can watch her baby while she tries to pee with two hands, a novelty she feels entitled to experience. They’ll agree to do so but make a mental note to discuss how reckless it is to ask strangers to look after your baby once said reckless mum has left the premise.\n\nThey’ll swap numbers for childminders and nannies much in the way I imagine stocks are traded on Wall Street. “I gotta girl who can do Tuesdays and Thursdays, anyone need Tuesdays and Thursdays? Anyone for Mondays? Who wants to go in on baby sign classes for the group discount? Anyone for swimming? I know a nursery with openings! Pilates? Yoga? Mumhood fitness?”\n\nSome will sit around and try to out-self deprecate each other for hours.\n\n“I’ve only lost 5 pounds of my pregnancy weight!”\n\n“You’re so lucky to even have time to weigh yourself! I wish I was that organised.”\n\n“I’ve actually gained weight since I was pregnant,” they’ll say, turning the original woman’s self-deprecating remark into an outright brag.\n\nThe waiter at your local restaurant who takes great care to explain their local, organic, seasonal, farm-to-table breakfast menu to the weekend crowd will spend their daytime hours patiently waiting for a new mum to remember “that word for a big circular piece of bread with sauce and cheese on it.”\n\n“Pizza?”\n\n“Yes! Pizza! I’ll have one of those please.”\n\nYour neighbourhood streets are full of men and women trying to have phone conversations while chasing after their kids who are careening down pavements on tiny scooters. You can find women chasing after buses, hands full of baby paraphernalia, realising as soon as they've started to sprint that they’ve forgotten to do up one side of their maternity bra and so one breast is wildly swinging to and fro.\n\nYour tiny neighbourhood shops are full of women bashing into store displays with their buggies, knocking over potted plants that they’ve deluded themselves into thinking they’re finally ready to buy, wrongly believing that if they can rear a child they can keep a houseplant alive.\n\nYour neighbourhood park is full of women who have just sat down to breast feed their crying baby only to have a batty old man come and sit uncomfortably close next to them on the park bench, despite there being several empty benches on either side. They’ll awkwardly reach for a muslin to cover up with, but the wind will blow it sideways just as their baby breaks the latch to look at the new person on the bench next to them. Breastmilk will squirt in their direction, full boob exposed to the elements, the woman cursing. “Why THIS bench you batty old man???” she’ll think. Then she’ll feel guilty when she imagines her own baby son as an old man, unaware of his surroundings and sitting on his favourite bench every day at the park.\n\nSuddenly the clock strikes 4 and, as if by magic, all the stay at home parents scuttle back to their houses before the rush hour trains start heaving city workers back into their neighbourhoods.\n\nThe pubs will take secret delight in going around telling parents with kids that, “I’m sorry, we have a no kids after 5 policy.” They'll evacuate the last child just before the first city worker files in for their after-work pint.\n\nThese city workers have no idea that just hours before the very same beer garden where they now sit was the subject of breast milk drippings and baby puke. They are unaware that the real reason the bathrooms smell like weirdly sweet beer hops is because it’s bins are full of the nappies of breastfed babies. The coasters stick to the tables not because the tables of pubs are inherently sticky but because they’re covered in slobber. And, grossest of all, the very spot on the table where they have just opened their packet of crisps to be shared was just hours before a makeshift nappy changing station.\n\nThey’ll finish their pint and wander home to their stay-at-home other-halves, who will immediately hand them the baby and then disappear to who-knows-where, muttering something about eBay bids or stains or needing to ask the neighbour about a package. The city worker will dutifully bathe their child, read them a story, respond to every coo and smile, and put their sweet little angel to bed.\n\n“This is fun,” they’ll think, \"I wish I could stay home all day and do nothing with my kid.”",
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