Now I have two sprogs, the humble baby group is like mecca to me, I generally couldn’t live without them.
They’re cheap, not at my house and you get drinks and biscuits thrown in. What’s not to like?!
Yes, of course, like anything there are a few potholes in this plan. One being that you normally have to make really awkward small talk to a bunch of people you’ve never met, and keep a smile plastered on your face, even though Little Jimmy is screaming he wants to go home at the top of his lungs. To be honest, I don’t mind a bit of small talk. After all, small talk or not, it’s still an actual conversation with an adult, which is normally better than debating with my four-year-old on why I’m such a poo poo face, for the millionth time.