It was a long train journey, so I had to eat my supper on the way. It wasn’t ideal; I hate eating food on public transport because I’m wary of the potential mess, any food smells and the idea that people are watching me eat. But, sometimes, needs must.
So, I ate my duck wrap and a yoghurt on the train, then settled down to read my book for the rest of the journey.
As the train pulled into my station, I looked down and realised that I had a yoghurty spoon attached to my left boob.
Dignity at all times.