For some mums the idea of attending playgroup has about as much appeal as having a bikini wax.
But just like a bikini wax the anticipation is worse than the actual event.
I love playgroup.
The cut up fruit, the cake for the mums and nannies (and the occasional dad, come on we need more of you), the tiny little- person sized loos.
Sure the first time you go it can be a little daunting. Tracking down exactly where that community hall is, negotiating parking, trying to work out which entrance to use, begging your toddler not to have a tantrum the minute you get there. Then you bravely walk into a room filled with a group of parents, grandparents and nannies who know each other already and pounce upon the new recruit with oh-so-many-questions.