I’m not sure why, but I rather love a story of a baby being born in an unexpected place.

This morning I read about a woman giving birth on a commuter train between New Jersey and Manhattan. She and her husband had been travelling into the city to get her checked over because she’d been having pains. But on the train they came to realise the pains were labour pains and their son was born en route.

Mother and baby are both fine and I should think a whole bunch of passengers had a much livelier commute than usual!