I arrive at Art & Play decidedly late for my turn at “setting up”, although as I remembered to bring food to share for snack time, I decide that this is just as acceptable as being on time/early but with no food.
I proceed to unload the buggy from the boot when I realise that there is, in fact, no buggy to unload. Arrrgh.
So, not only do I walk up and down the village high street, relay-style, which is already trying my patience, I get to carry baby, rucksack, lunch, and extra spare clothes for the potty-training one. I attract lots of quizzical looks from the village inhabitants in my new role as a pack donkey.
Fortunately, another Mum offers to half my trips by taking Squiggle with her older daughter, if I will escort her younger daughter. As a result, I am reassured that other people’s children also have a slight obsession in toiletting habits.