My mummy friends and I used to meet in coffee shops when our babies were born. We would meet come rain or shine and huddle in corners catching up on our latest developments, sharing tips or war stories, keeping ourselves sane with humour and caffeine. In hindsight, the toughest thing about those meet ups was fitting in all the pushchairs. By the time babies were three months old we had our list of meet up venues refined. There were easily half a dozen venues around town where we could park, were quiet enough for the most easily distressed little ones, were breast feeding friendly, did good coffee, had decent baby changing facilities and a choice of cakes and snacks. All of these things were supremely important because as new mums we only left the house laden down with changing bags, nappies, extra wipes, and an unnecessary number of clothes changes. We… View Post