So I'm on yet another trip abroad. And it's the same bloody routine: take off the makeup and plug in the pump. God I hate it. Has anyone noticed that breast pumps sound just like vibrators? Without the pay off. Tonight I got so paranoid about neighbours in this crappy hotel hearing the noise mine makes that I ended up milking myself by hand into the bathroom sink. I suppose it's an improvement over an airline toilet (which I've resorted to on trans-atlantic flights), but it's an image of myself that I really don't want to remember. I know the simple answer is to stop all this malarkey. But I still get such satisfaction from reconnecting with my daughter so physically when I've been away for a night or a week, that I just can't. Rant over.