Suddenly the mood changes, the tempo of the cafe speeds up, the air becomes fraught with tension. Out of the corner of my eye I see Twin Girl hurtling towards me, hand cupped over her mouth, eyes wide with terror. I leap from my seat already asking what’s wrong? She signals to her mouth, cheeks bulging.
New schools are terrifying, lots of new people stood about in established groups, rituals and greetings established. Most have obviously grown up in pre schools and nurseries together and share a history that we have not been part of. However twin boy, twin girl and I have tried to fit in. To be honest the twins are doing a lot better than me. Twin boy has befriended a boy who can produce a competitive amount of green stuff from his nose, so they are clearly friends for life; he also has a trusted circle of pirates that he can turn to for new hints on how to cause significant pain with daggers made of foam and swords made of plastic. Twin girl has found herself chair of the school mothers union, they meet every playtime to look after their silent babies, exchange head lice and discuss the latest going ons in Scooby Doo.