I'm wondering what the weirdest place is to breastfeed. I personally has to do it during my grandad's funeral last week. It was after I'd made a speech and read a poem and my little one just would not stop crying and they were playing his favourite song! (Stardust by Nat King Cole). Luckily I was at the front so only the minister and the organsist would have seen... My grandad would have found it funny and would have totally approved. It's my one comedy moment in a day of sadness.