On Changing Tables in Public Spaces

This tweet spoke to me in so many ways:

And not just restaurants, but office spaces, cafes, motorway service stations, the list goes on.

Don’t get me wrong, nine months in, I no longer have any shame about muscling past a queue of women, holding a screaming baby, to find the one changing table the venue has inexplicably put in a small toilet cubicle.

But it doesn’t need to be that hard. It shouldn’t have to be this hard. They don’t take up that much space!

One time, I had to dive into a pub due to a nappy emergency. The staff were so snooty, taking some strange pride in their lack of any changing table at all, that I changed the baby on one of their tables, to their utter horror.

Live by the nappy, die by the nappy.