Once upon a time I rushed around London like a mad woman zipping through crowds, jumping onto trains as doors closed around me and squeezing onto jam packed tubes snuggled under a strangers armpit.
Things have changed now I have a buggy. Now people step over me as I try to get off the train like I'm a stationary vehicle that doesn't want to get off the train myself. People avoid eye contact as we approach steep stairs that I cautiously bump my 18month old child down in her pushchair.
Some London stations have gaps wider than my buggy wheels allow and when the doors open I have to call out to someone to help us down, once I tried alone to disembark and dropped the back wheels down the gap. Tabitha was wedged between the train and the two front wheels balanced precariously on the platform. No one came to our rescue, I had to recover the back wheels and shove the buggy forward while I jumped down from the train to stop her zooming off down the platform.
My daily work journey involves no less that 100 steps to heave the buggy up and down, on the plus side I shall have biceps of steel and have no need for the gym. On the down side my chiropractor bill will be higher than gym fees.
Is there any point to my rant?
Yes, next time you see someone struggling with a buggy on the train or the tube ask if they would like a hand.
My money is on them saying 'Yes Please!'