Years ago, as a young mum, I started taking my child to a local toddler group. It was for his benefit mainly but I'd also hoped to find some friendly faces too. Most of my old friends were from my school days or through work and didn't live local to me so, naturally, I didn't have much of a social life.
I was young and quite shy so I found the sessions really hard going. Most of the mums there lived near each other on a new housing estate. I was fortunate enough to have married the son of a builder and together we built a nice home on the outskirts of town and my near neighbours were lovely but well into their 50s and 70s.
I persevered with the toddler club for several months though it was awful, especially when the leader of the group came up to me and asked me why I wasn't mixing with the other mums!
I had tried honestly!
A fund raising jumble sale was organised and I said I had some stuff to donate but as I didn't have a car, somebody needed to collect from my house.
When she came to pick up the boxes, the group leader stood on the step and said,
"I never realised you lived in this posh house."
This was funny as we were completely broke at the time.
Word must have got out as when I next attended toddler club, several other mums made a bee line for me.
I found it very interesting.
I stopped going in the end.