Growing up as a kid in the 80’s, our home was constantly filled with people popping by . Friends knocking to ask if we wanted to play, relatives stopping for a brew, people who were ‘passing’ just calling in to say hello. more “What’s your open door policy?”
I already fessed up on my hideous first attempt to make ‘mummy friends’ (cringe, I hate that term, sorry) : (the sausage roll mum) . It’s three and a half years on, and I’d hate for you to be imagining me still sitting home alone (with the kids obv), sobbing into a sweaty pastry. So here’s the rest of the story.