27.11.09

Tried new playgroup at nearby church. First person we met was openly hostile and to the rest we were invisible, even though we’d seen some of them at other playgroups. I might as well have smiled at the walls. But just before going home time, someone kind introduced herself and her daughter. Jake played with kitchen stuff, dollies and cars. And toddled round the hall banging on the doors. Strange adapting to unspoken rituals, like stopping and sitting down for snack time. Jake wasn’t interested so I followed him as he explored, oblivious to the rules of the adult world.