I used to enjoy going to these when H was a baby. I went to a couple each week through my maternity leave and made a few friends. Once (most of us) returned to work we didn't see a great deal of each other but we met up for the First birthdays (did a joint party), had a picnic in the Summer at a local park and a Christmas party both years.
Having been made redundant from my job and relocating to Bristol, I am still finding my feet; we've only been here 3 weeks. Over the weekend I was invited by my next door neighbour to go to a group with her. She has a daughter who turns 4 this week and a son 4 months younger than H.
At 9.45am the doorbell rang and I bundled H into the neighbour's car and off we went to her Church in Bath where the group was held.
I was introduced as her neighbour and it was explained to several other mums that I was new to Bristol and didn't know anyone other than my family.
I spent two hours pretty much by myself.
H had a fab time and asked to go "Night night" as soon as we got back but I managed to give him his lunch first. So I feel bad that I don't want to go back. And a little selfish.