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I always feel like the ‘new girl’ at school when I walk into a playground for the first time. I don’t know the layout of the school or where the child’s classroom is, and I feel other mothers are looking at me, wondering who I am. Without any further instructions from Martha, other than I had to take Alice to nursery on Tuesday, I had decided to do what I usually did on the first morning: introduce myself at the school’s reception and ask for directions to Alice’s classroom. Alice, however, bright as a button and happy at the prospect of seeing her friends again at nursery, wanted to go straight to her classroom.

‘It’s this way,’ she said, pulling me across the playground. ‘I’ll show you.’ She led me to the side of the main school building and to a separate entrance with a door marked ‘nursery only’. ‘We can go straight in,’ Alice explained. ‘The older children have to wait in the playground until the bell goes.’