Ever had the feeling that you have missed the detail in the invitation, slightly misjudged the dress code or possibly laughed at a joke that no body else thought was funny?
The first birthdays, and those that follow, feel just like this. I come without any of the requisite accessories. No husband-partner-boyfriend. No 1-2-3 year old. No sign of pregnancy. No gross stories about bodily fluids or advice about mothercare bargains.
My friends are lovely, they make me feel welcome and goodness knows there should be an event to mark the survival of both the parent and the child!
But…It is just like turning up at a football match in 6inch heels and a ball gown!
