Hungry! He cried with some gusto imbued with passion that embarrassed the mother who tried to quieten his cry with an equal measure of helpless reprimand. Hungry! No one looked No one said anything We are Londoners We mind our own business. A piece of cake sat silently Covered in icing oozing with sweetness in my handbag. Should I? I tapped on the shoulder ‘Mum, I have a some cake for your son’ “Oh no! He’s just being a brat” ‘But please” I said, take it. Very reluctantly she succumbed to my offer The little boy took it and devoured it whilst mum was still trying to find reasons for not accepting it. I then explained that it was from tea that was too much for me. ‘Thank God, you brought it” she said! I looked away - it was my turn to be embarrassed. Was it my dog collar? But from the corner of my eye, I could see the mother was calmer, softer and more gentle with her child… It was a piece of cake!