i love boobs, really i do. but as well as spending my days making small talk while helping hand expresing, hoiking them up from under armpits, twiddling them into something suckable and moving a fractious babys around until they decide to take a mouthful; i have now taken to dreaming about them every night.
i even look at boobs in waitrose queues and wonder if they'd be easy to get a baby onto or not.
i need a day off.