No Wonder You Formula Feed! - Formula vs Breast Milk.

'You can always tell who the strong women are. They are the ones you see building one another up, instead of tearing each other down.'

- Unknown

To start with I would like to apologize for any breastfeeding woman who has ever been nothing but supportive to you.

I am a breastfeeding mother, I breastfed all 3 of my children. I was only 16 when I had my first and still breastfed. I breastfed because I was told the benefits breast milk will provide for my newborn baby and thankfully I had a supportive, not bullying, adviser. 

I believed majority of breastfeeding Mothers were like me. Oh how wrong I was! 

I recently joined a breastfeeding group on FB, it has over 12,000 members. I thought, 'this is fantastic, all these mothers providing the best for their children.'

Not to offend but it is fact that breast milk is best for your baby and formula will never be able to compete with that. It is fact that breast milk can do what formula can't. It is able to adapt to your baby's needs. If your baby is poorly and you feed directly from the breast, then your milk will change to give baby what it needs to get through the illness. It contains antibodies, hormones, anti-viruses, anti-allergies, anti-parasites, growth factors and enzymes. All these things are not found in formula milk. 

Formula milk does have some not so great things in it and some of the ingredients are by products of things used in cleaning products. Some ingredients are just waste products from some pretty nasty things. 

But today I am not writing about the dangers of formula or the benefits of breast milk, that is not why I am writing this post. 

I am writing this post to say sorry. Sorry for some of the nasty women you may come across if you are a formula feeding mother. 

I have 3 children, my eldest being 10 years old so I could say by now I know a hell of a lot about breast feeding and breast milk. 

Throughout my breastfeeding journey I have only ever had 1, ONE, woman say anything nasty to me about breastfeeding. I was feeding my eldest in public about 9 years ago and had a woman approach me and tell me to stop feeding as her husband was looking. My response wasn't very nice so I am no saint. I replied with, 'well maybe if you showed your breasts to your husband more often he wouldn't need to look at a nursing mother.' She soon shut up and walked away.

I have fed many times in public and I have spoken about my breastfeeding to many different people and it was only this one women who said something mean.

Majority of mothers I know feed or fed their child formula milk, I only know a few people directly who breastfed. But none of these formula mothers ever said anything mean to me. They were nice and supportive. 

Now don't get me wrong I would love for all mothers to breastfeed. The benefits definitely prove it is the best option for your child and only 2% of women worldwide physically cannot breastfeed so compared to the 98% who can that's a pretty small number. Unfortunately some mothers are unable to breastfeed due to things out of their control. Such as a pre term baby who is too small to be able to latch onto the breast. Some baby's suffer with tongue or lip tie and this if unnoticed can cause issues for mothers trying to feed. They are just some examples. 

I keep swaying away from my original point, sorry.

Back to formula Mothers vs breastfeeding Mothers. 

My point, formula mothers have never (excluding the one) been anything but nice and supportive. As I didn't know many breastfeeding mothers at the time I just guess all breastfeeding mother's were kind and supportive also. I was so wrong.

Back to joining the FB group of over 12,000 breastfeeding mothers. Now not ALL are mean, some are nice, but after today it's pretty clear majority can be very nasty. 

I like to try and encourage breastfeeding by telling the facts about the benefits to baby but I also like to mention the benefits to Mum to try and make the option more appealing. 

I already had my own list of benefits for Mum, such as lowers your risk to different cancers, helps your uterus to contract sooner so you get your pre baby tummy back a little faster. How much money can be saved from breastfeeding as formula can be very expensive and if you are flat chested like me, while breastfeeding you actually get a bust! It's awesome. 

I decided to ask the group what reasons, other than breast is best, helped them to decide on breastfeeding as their milk choice for baby?

A few were a bit like me and mentioned things like cost and not having to mess about making formula and sterilizing bottles. But majority were simply replying with comments such as;

 I disagree completely. I think people need to make educated choices for their children and the hidden dangers of formula are completely unacceptable. Mums genuinely believe that they are making an equal choice but they are being deceived. To say that the risks to mum and baby must be hidden in favour of talking about bigger breasts is completely and utterly bonkers.

Because that's how babies are fed and I sure as hell wasn't giving her artificial milk and exposing her to those risks.

Because human babies are born to drink human milk and giving them anything else is irrational.

Because breast is the only option, how could a mother think they are doing a good job when they are poisoning their baby with formula!!! 

Also 'breast isn't best'... It's normal, it's a babies baseline!! 

Above are just a couple of examples, some of the tamer ones, the post currently has almost a 100 responses and still going. 

Now is it just me or are these comments a little pushy? Belittling? Make you feel you are a bad mother if you do not breast feed? I think they are. 

I would love for everyone to breastfeed and yes I do think a lot of mother's don't even research it and some do choose formula for selfish, lazy reasons but I don't believe most do.

I think breastfeeding should be promoted more, I think parents need to be educated on the benefits of breastfeeding and the risks of formula but I do NOT think they should be bullied, belittled, made to feel like a failure or not good enough.

So again as a breastfeeding mother I am sorry if you have ever been bullied or made to feel awful by any of us. 

As women we should be supporting each other, not attacking. I did not post anything about International Women's Day yesterday as I am forever coming across women bullying other women. Sometimes I am ashamed to be associated with them. 

Good luck on your baby journey and if you are interested in a little more info on breastfeeding I have another post about it so go check it out. :D

Mother's Day - Motherhood is a Choice.

'Family isn't always blood. It's the people in your life who want you in theirs; the ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile & who love you no matter what.'

-Unknown

Today is Mother's Day here in the UK. Mother's Day is a tough day for me, after all these years you'd think it wouldn't bother me but unfortunately I am only human and as much as I try I still find it upsetting and difficult. 

I know I am very blessed, I have many wonderful, loving people in my life. They love me unconditionally and always try to be there for me. Not all of them are blood related, to be honest majority of them aren't. 

I used to think family was just whoever you were related to by blood. I believed you didn't get to choose your family, it was just which ever family you happened to be born into. 

Over the years I realised this isn't the case. I realised family is simply who you choose, not who you are given. The sad part is though they need to choose you back. 

Anyway back to Mother's Day. I thought Mother's Day was simply just for actual blood Mother's, whoever gave birth to you or shared your DNA. 

Over the years I realised Motherhood is a choice. You can choose not to be a Mother. Now this doesn't mean you can choose not to get pregnant or choose to have an abortion if you do. I mean if you give birth to a child it does not automatically make you a Mother, it is still a choice. You can choose to either be there for that child for the rest of your life or you can choose to give that child away. You may care for the child for a few years and then turn your back on them, or you may choose to be there forever. Either way Motherhood is a choice. 

So in my opinion, today, Mother's Day is a day to celebrate all those women who choose to be a Mother or Mother figure. 

Today is for the women who choose to be a part of a child's life for as long as physically possible, the women who will be there for that child no matter what!

You do not have to have even given birth to the child, you may not have any blood or marriage connection to the child, you just need to be there for them!

Whether you are a Mother through blood, a Mother through adoption, fostering. An Aunty, a Nanna, Grandma, Sister, or Friend. Today is for all the women who CHOOSE to be a part of a child's life for as long they are can be. 

Today is not a day to celebrate the women who turned their backs on children. It is not a day to celebrate the women who choose to be a part of the child's life only while it suited them.

Today is for the women who love unconditionally! 

Above is the lady who loves me unconditionally, my Nan. She is the woman who has always been there for me no matter what. And I literally mean no matter what. She hasn't had it easy when it comes to me, I have put her through some tough times and lots of worry but that never stopped her loving me, standing by me and providing for me. 

Now don't get me wrong, we drive each other insane sometimes, she can be a nag and I can be ignorant when it comes to advice she gives me. But through it all we still love each other. 

This amazing woman, is basically my Mum. And I will be forever grateful for everything she has ever done for me. 

She puts up with my moaning, she's there for me when I'm sad, or ill. She is there for me through the happy times and the bad. 

Because of my experience with women in my life, the women who chose not to be Mother's, the one's who turned their backs, I find it very difficult to respect women. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure there are many amazing women out there but from my own personal experience, I haven't found many.

But my Nan is one of the few women I have a huge amount of respect for and who I love dearly. So she is the one I will celebrate today. 

I hope everyone has a fantastic Mother's Day!

A quick thank you to all the other people in my life that love me and my children unconditionally. You know who you are and I'm sure you'll no doubt be praised in my blog soon enough. :) 

Note - I am fully aware there are extreme circumstances where a Mother had to choose to give away or turn their backs on their children but I am not going to cover every possible scenario, I'm sure you get the idea. :) 

We Got Engaged!!

'Remember tonight, for it's the beginning of forever'

- Dante Alighieri

My Little Sister, Rebecca.

Me, the night I met Alex.

I met my now fiance 3 years ago. I was at a ladies night in Stockport. I entered the room and it was full of over 100 excited women and a handful of topless waiters. Now places like this aren't usually my scene but I was helping out with a stall there. Long story short I enjoyed a few drinks with my sister and got chatting to one of the topless waiters, Alex.

(In their defence they were topless waiters as a one off raising money for charity)

One of the waiters having a little too much fun! Haha

The evening was going great and we sat talking for ages, he was a lovely guy and very handsome. I thought this is going great, I think he likes me. The end of the night came and he still hadn't asked for my phone number! I slowly walked out with him, I tried my best to stall hoping it would give him chance to ask for my number and he didn't. We said goodbye and parted. He was staying in the hotel and I was waiting in the reception to go home.

I was gutted! I really thought he liked me, why didn't he ask for my number? 
My sister saw how upset I was and she noticed he had written his details down on a competition the stall I was on was doing. So she gave me his number and told me to text him.

'Hey this is Charlotte, here's my number if you want it.' 

The next minute he comes walking briskly into reception. We spent about 2 hours chatting in reception before I thought I best leave. He walked us to the taxi and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 
Sounds like it worked out right? Well turns out he lived in Ipswich! Over a 4 hour drive from me in Manchester. How do I manage to find an amazing guy not far from home and then it turns out he lives in Ipswich! 
So the odds were against us, no way it was going to work, all you ever here is that long distance relationships completely fail. 

The next morning I woke up to a text message from him, and that was it, we haven't looked back. We didn't go a day without speaking and took turns in visiting each other. 

3 years on and we have a son together but are still in a long distance relationship. How we have kept it up I have no idea. The career he has has made it quite difficult for him to come up here but thankfully he can apply for transfer next year!

Because of his job and the distance, we were unable to celebrate Valentine's Day this year, so we agreed to celebrate on the 26th February. 

Us at the James Martin Restaurant, Manchester

He planned a wonderful evening, we were visiting the James Martin Restaurant in Manchester and then off to Cloud 23 in the Hilton for a few cocktails. Sounded like the perfect evening and to be honest a tiny, tiny part of me thought, 'this is a bit fancy for us, I wonder if he is going to propose?'

Us at Cloud 23 in the Hilton, Manchester

The evening went amazing, Alex looked very handsome, the food was gorgeous and the view from the Hilton was beautiful. There were so many opportunities for a guy to propose and it would of been perfect! The conversation flowed as well as a couple of cocktails. Then our evening finished and it was time to go home to our baby boy. 

No ring on my finger. It wasn't happening. But I knew, only a tiny part of me thought maybe he will? 

It didn't ruin the night though, I still enjoyed every minute with him, as I always do and it was a wonderful, rare, date night. 
We arrived home, changed out of our clothes and into pajamas and I climbed into bed with my son for cuddles. 

Our son, baby Joseph

The next minute Alex wanders into the room in his topless waiter outfit from 3 years ago. I couldn't stop laughing, it brought back great memories and I never thought I'd see him in it again. What a perfect way to top the evening off. 
Time to exchange Valentines presents. We agreed cheesy, lovey, dovey things for Valentines as we always do. So I gave him a few little bits and a card. 

My gift to Alex, I guess you could say it's our song.

His turn.

He handed me a beautiful bouquet of red roses, a lovely Valentine's card (all while still wearing his topless waiter outfit) and then got down on one knee! 

I thought my face was going to break I was smiling so much. I couldn't believe the love of my life was down on one knee. The odds were against us from the beginning and here he was about to ask me to marry him.

He told me he loved me and that he misses me whenever we are apart and would I marry him?

Of course I said yes!! My very own topless waiter asking me to spend the rest of my life with him! How could I refuse. I couldn't stop smiling or kissing him, I was so happy. Everything I ever wanted.

Two people from other ends of the country beating the odds of a long distance relationship and the very odd meeting at a ladies night, finally engaged and looking forward to our future together and hopefully no longer long distance! 

Me, Alex and my youngest son.

I thought I knew what love was before I met him but oh how wrong I was. I have finally met the 'one', my soul mate, my best friend and the most amazing father. I knew from day one I wanted to marry him, I no longer cared about the big wedding, the fancy ring, the presents. All I knew was I would marry this man with string on my finger, in jeans and a t -shirt so long as it meant I would be his. 

So the ring is a huge bonus! ;)

My Engagement Ring

All of us! Me, Alex, Joseph, Joshua and Katelyn. My beautiful family! 

My Home Birth 12th August 2015

It was a very empowering experience for me to give birth that way. It was the most painful thing I've ever experienced, but I lived through it. Now I want to shake every pregnant woman I know and say 'have a home birth!'

-Susanne Scott Rosenfeld

When I was 10 years old my step Mother chose a home birth for my younger brother Benjamin. I don't remember too much of it but what I do remember stayed with me ever since. I was fast asleep in the middle of the night and was shaken awake by her telling me her waters had broke. I was 10 so it didn't really mean much to me but then the next morning I was woken by the sounds of a pregnant lady pushing (I'm sure I don't need to describe that sound haha). It was about 7:15am on the 1st December and all of a sudden myself and my brothers and sister heard a baby crying. 

We all ran upstairs as fast as we could and were all able to meet our new brother, minutes after he had arrived into the world. It was amazing and I honestly feel I have a stronger connection with my little brother because of that. 

Ever since then I always wanted a home birth but unfortunately it took baby number 3 to get my wish.

With my first child I was very young so had to have a hospital birth, I didn't know much about birth and just went along with what every body told me, so it ended in a very painful hospital birth, no pain relief, being cut and then dying afterwards. So yeah, not the nicest experience. I later found out I contracted the thing that killed me from hospital! Surely that's enough to put anyone off having a baby in hospital!

3 years later I became pregnant with my 2nd child, due to the bad experience with my first the doctors refused to allow me to have a home birth. I wasn't a happy bunny but seemed I had no choice. I did choose to stay at home til the very last minute to avoid any medical intervention (I'm sure hospitals get excited about drugging up mothers or cutting them up!). Thankfully this birth went smooth, no pain relief and I was pushing as soon as I arrived at hospital, my daughter was born soon after. 

So that's the back ground of my births but thankfully as my 2nd birth went so well, this time I was able to have the home birth I wanted! :) 

Guess it's time to jump forward 6 years! I'll be totally honest, this pregnancy was unplanned. I sobbed for over an hour when I found out I was pregnant, I had no idea what I was going to do, how I was going to handle it. I was just getting on with life, back in work, children both in school, finishing my studies and then I get this little surprise.

Now I know I will be hated for some of my comments on this pregnancy but I feel it's probably best to be honest. 

So I cried for over an hour, and I hate to say it but for a split second abortion crossed my mind. I had always been against abortion (except in extreme circumstances) and the guilt still eats me up that it even crossed my mind but no I was going to handle this. I already have two, I can do this with a 3rd child. 

Time to tell the family I guess. I walked round to my Dad's house to talk to him and his wife and tell them the news. I was in tears, cried as I announced, 'I'm pregnant.'

I didn't get the reaction I expected, my Dad just started laughing. I was shocked. He said he had received a fine over his motorbike the day before but now it didn't seem like anything compared to this. Thankfully he was supportive, both him and his wife comforted me and said I can do this. 

I was still coming to terms with the idea of being pregnant. I know I should be so grateful I am able to have children as so many can't, but hey we are human and can sometimes be selfish. I had accepted I was going to have another child but I wasn't happy about the idea.

10 weeks into my pregnancy I started heavily bleeding, completely out of no where. I thought this is it, I've lost the baby. I was heart broken. It took losing the baby to make me realise how much I wanted him. At the end of the day he was my child and I was his Mother, it was my job to care and protect him.

I thought that was it, he had gone. I was just going to leave it at that but thankfully my Dad's wife Audrey repeatedly told me to go to the hospital just to check. I gave in the next day and went.

And there he was on the screen. My very own little jelly baby, wriggling around inside me with a strong heartbeat. I was so happy to see he was hanging in there. 

  10 week scan.

Both of my children witnessed me bleeding so they thought they had lost their baby brother so it was wonderful to pick them up from school and show them he was still hanging in there. 

The rest of the pregnancy was the typical boring pregnancy. Lots of morning sickness, SPD, back ache, going off certain foods, craving certain foods, moodiness (which my partner suffered the most for). Just a normal pregnancy I guess.

20 week scan (when I found out baby was a boy)

So fast forward to the end of the pregnancy. I was fat, struggling to walk and just wanted baby out! How majority of pregnant women feel at the end I'm guessing haha.

My due date came and went. I felt like he was never going to come out. For weeks I had been making sure everywhere was clean and tidy in case tonight was the night but nope. He still didn't come. Then on the Tuesday night I was shattered, the pots needed washing but I thought forget it I'll do it in the morning. 

1am on the 12th August. I had been happily snoozing, tucked up in bed. My eldest son Joshua decided to sleep in my bed that night (he is 9). I woke up thinking I had wet myself (Oh best mention, my waters never broke with my others, they had to be popped, my daughter was still in hers when she was being born). Then I realised I hadn't wet myself, my waters had broke!! The water was literally gushing out.

I shook my son to wake him up to help me. My partner was away for work so it was just me and the children. My son woke up not having a clue what was going on. 

"Joshua! My waters have broke, pass me that towel please!"

Half asleep my son grabbed everything I asked for. I cleaned myself up and thought, 'crap! What do I do now?'

My son was awesome, by this point he had woken up properly and talked me through it all. He said, 'Mummy you need to ring the midwife, Nanna, Grandad and Alex! Do you need me to do it?' 9 years old and he was in more control than me! 

While all this was happening my daughter was fast asleep in her room haha. 

I made it down the stairs, let my Dad know, let my Nan know, Alex and then I phoned the hospital. 

Now remember it was 1am this was all happening. I phoned the hospital and told them my waters had broke, I was having contractions, I was having a home birth, so what do I do?! The hospital just sounded like they didn't care. Just told me to come to hospital at 7am and they would check if it was my waters. Seriously!!???!! I told them I was having this baby soon but as usual they didn't believe me.

Nan showed up 20 minutes later. My contractions were very strong and very close together yet the only thing I could think was, I haven't washed the pots! Nan to the rescue.

I rang the hospital back and said I'm having this baby! Send the midwife!

Dad was on his way round, Midwife was on her way and Alex was far away with work and sleeping through all my messages! Haha.

I was bouncing on my birth ball, hot water bottle on my back and my son was running a bath for pain relief for me.

Honestly I couldn't believe at 9 years old how in control he was. I was so proud of him. Unfortunately I never made it to the bath, things were moving too quickly.

My contractions were probably less than a minute apart, the first chance I got between contractions, I ran up the stairs to my room, ready to have this baby.

Unfortunately because of the pain I only remember parts of the birth. The contractions were getting hard to handle by now. My Dad had arrived and the Midwife by now. The Midwife came into my room, informed me another Midwife was on her way too and then asked if I wanted them to send for gas and air. I told them there wasn't time, she just agreed. 

Nan was my birth partner, my Dad was tea lady/photographer for the night and my son was on cat control. The cat kept trying to get into my room so Joshua had to keep getting him out haha. 

Time to push. I went from kneeling on the floor to kneeling on the bed. Any position to try to make it easier. The midwives got everything set up and continuously checked baby's heart beat. Nan would rub my back to try and help with the pain and give me water through out. I couldn't have done it without her, or any of my family in fact! 

The midwives were amazing, so friendly, so in control and really eased my mind that this was all going to be okay. I had planned my home birth for months and knew everything I wanted but these midwives didn't know my plan and I didn't really have chance to explain so during a contraction I just shouted out, 'Oral Vit K, delayed cord clamping and breastfeeding! I'm sorry, I'm not telling you how to do your job, just trying to let you know what I want, I'm sorry.' 

Most of it became a bit of a blur from then, I remember bits but not too much, just the pain. 

I remember Nan telling the midwives that I apologize for breathing. One midwife said she couldn't believe how well I was doing without pain relief, she said I was handling the pain like a woman who had an epidural. Go me! :D 

They continued to check baby's heartbeat. Dad was passing cups of tea through the bedroom door whilst turning away so he didn't see and Nan continued to rub my back.

Then baby's heartbeat dropped. A lot! 

I'll be honest, I started to panic. I wanted him to be safe and healthy. Until this point the midwives had just talked to me and let me get through it how I wanted. They both then explained the baby's heartbeat had dropped and that they needed him out. They were so calm and in control. It helped me relax and trust them.

The Midwife then made me change position and talked me through pushing and breathing. I had never experienced 'The Ring of Fire' as I had heard a lot of Mum's call it but boy did I feel it this time, it stung and was worse than the pain of contractions haha. 

Baby made it out safe and healthy at 3:18am, weighing 8lb, delayed cord clamping, oral Vitamin K, skin to skin and breastfed. Only 2 hours and 18minutes after my waters broke. Not bad timing if I do say so myself. I had done it! I had my first home birth!

I was so happy, finally holding my new child in my arms. The Midwives were even crying. It was so amazing.

They covered me up and proceeded to get the children and my Dad. Nan, Dad, Joshua and Katelyn were all able to meet my new son, their new Grandchild, their new brother, minutes after birth. I can't even describe how fantastic it was. I was so so so so happy.

Joshua and Katelyn meeting their new brother Joseph Stephen.

Out of all 3 of my births this was by far the best. No scary hospitals, my home comforts, as many people as I wished in the home at the time. Amazing support. Totally awesome Midwives and a proper cuppa tea! ;) 

I would encourage anyone who is able to have a home birth to have one! You won't regret it!

 Joseph Stephen, one of his first photos.

Last little note. I want to say a huge thank you to my Nan, my Dad, my children Joshua and Katelyn and of course the truly amazing Midwives that I was so blessed to be able to have.

Oh and also if anyone is wondering and considering a home birth, they do clean up any mess too! I kept telling them to leave it but they insisted, you get the complete package!

Thank you for reading! Hope maybe you will consider a home birth next time?

Also if anyone has any questions about my home birth feel free to ask in the comments section or like my Facebook page and send a private message through that.

Weekend away in Chester UK

'Sometimes, you will never know now the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory'

- Unknown

Sometimes we need to step away from our day to day life and visit somewhere different. It doesn't have to be far, just different. Different faces, different scenery, just somewhere new. 

Little weekends away are so important, we all need a break away from day to day life. Taking a step back from bills, work and drama gives us a fresh look at life. Gives us the energy to jump back in with a new perspective once we arrive back to reality.

I am currently 38 weeks pregnant (I was about 31 weeks when we visited, yes I know, a bit late on writing a post about it), so day to day life is getting harder. This is my 3rd child so I have been there, done that and got the T shirt. But it doesn't make it any less scary or stressful the thought of having another life depend on you. 

Thankfully I have an amazing partner and he was able to provide both myself and him to a weekend away in Chester, a much needed one. It was a mix of celebration and some couple time. 

He spoiled me and treated us to a beautiful hotel that I couldn't rave about enough. The Macdonald New Blossoms Hotel in Chester. The staff were amazing, the hotel was beautiful and the breakfast was awesome too. Also the little toiletries you get were cool. Come on admit it we all love a few freebies! 

Just a few photos of our hotel room so you get the idea. I loved it but the bed was huge! During the night if I wanted a cuddle I would have to roll over a few times to find the other half, it was a massive bed! 

If him getting us a gorgeous hotel room wasn't enough, he also had flowers ordered and delivered to the room for me. Too cute!!

So by this point I'm sure you have all realised that I had pretty much forgotten about home and was finally relaxing and enjoying myself with the company of the best man a girl could ask for!

We stayed for two nights and it was heaven, I was relaxed and happy. De-stressed and building my energy levels back up. We tried to make the most of the short break by shopping, sight seeing and obviously a ghost walk! You can't visit Chester without going on a ghost walk! They say it's the most haunted place in Britain! Unfortunately I didn't see any ghosts though. Ah well, maybe next time haha. 

I'll shut up now and you can just enjoy some of the photos I managed to get. I guess the point to this post was so I would remember what a great time I had and how I felt at the time. But I did mean it in the beginning when I said we all need a little getaway from time to time, whether it's the break away from the daily stresses of life or to have a little couple time to focus on your relationship and remind each other just how much you love one another.

If you do manage a short break, check out Chester. I loved it, maybe you will too. 

P.S Make sure you visit a tea room too! :)