A night or so ago J said, “Mum suggested that when we move to Marton, you can go along to Mainly Music one morning and meet other mums.”

The scary thing is, he seemed really enthused by this notion.

Dumbfounded, I replied,  “yeah I dunno. I don’t do the ‘other mums’ thing. I don’t do the ‘Mainly Music’ thing either.”

He suggested it would be a great way to “network” and “make new friends” and that our wee little Wurzel would “benefit greatly from the activity and social stimulation”. I suggested - through gritted teeth - that he organise a day off during the week so HE can take the sproggin to all those mumsy bubsy activity groups he’s so intent upon.

The thought of trying to ‘fit in’ to such a scene, quite frankly, horrifies me.