‘See you around, ladies,’ I say, before walking off to meet Frankie.
After the horde of kids, my own finally appears, all alone, without the gleeful smile or the urgency the others showed. Oh no, it must have been a bad day again.
‘Hey, kiddo,’ I say brightly. ‘She try to starve you to death today or did my threats work?’
Frankie laughs, just a little.
‘Good day?’
He shrugs.
I usher him towards the car and strap him in.
‘I know we’re off to a bit of a rocky start, and that it feels like we’re not fitting in, but we’ve only been here two days,’ I assure him. ‘Things will get better.’
‘No one likes us,’ he says, sounding dejected.
‘No one knows us,’ I remind him. ‘Let’s just give it a bit longer, OK? I will if you will.’
Frankie nods. He really is an amazing little man, which is probably why this is making me so mad. He should be so happy here and it’s not fair that the Mumsnet brigade are making him ‘collateral damage’ – well, I won’t have it. We will be happy here, and they will accept us. I’ll make sure of it.
Out of nowhere a quad bike flies past us at a junction. I stop my car and breathe for a second. First the locals ask us to leave, now it’s like they’re literally trying to drive us out of town. Well, they’re going to have to try harder than that.
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