My first visit to playgroup: a volunteer group run by church pensioners that proved to be much more than that.
Sitting in the car and ready to roll, my first playgroup as a stay at home daddy and Im scared to death. My expectatnions: old-dears in tabbards, blck coffeee and hours of avoiding baby-chit with the same boring old mums as every other group., but was I wrong. Before leaving the car my eyes had been opened,a loook to the left changed my opinion in one simple strolke of the lip gloss. In a row, six women were applying the lippy, touching up the make-up and making themselves look presentable, the rest of the car park was little different. Suddenly I was desperate to get in there.