My son and I followed the sat nav up in to the hills above Halifax, next to the dry ski slope and past it without realising that the venue of the party was at the foot of the slope itself. Once we'd turned around and driven back into the wilderness we saw what we took to be the correct building but was found to be a swimming school next door. Once inside we had to identify the correct children from his pass which I stood little chance of doing and it took him a while too. I recognised some parents but as I don't KNOW them it still felt awkward having to loiter near but not actually engage with them. Once I'd sat down and my boy had found his mates and found the play area we were both sorted. I'm sat now amongst the parents but not speaking to them and what makes it worse is that I'm opposite another dad sat on his own playing with his phone too. 'Just ride it' I think to myself to subdue any awkwardness as to what other think of me. The truth is that they probably won't think a thing as I'm of no importance to them.
My boy just came rushing over and fell on the laminate floor in his slippy socks as he raced over to behind me. The other parents heard and saw him first as they are facing the right way. I didn't even realise it was my son talking to me as he fell.
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