DS1 even enjoyed parts of it, although his face going into the British Library was a picture
He did very well though and wasn't whingy as I wandered round the various exhibits saying "look, that's an actual piece of music written by Bach!" or "ooo Jane Austen!" "that actual piece of paper there is a letter written by Anne Boleyn!". He liked the Ian Fleming writing though and I was very restrained and didn't subject him to it for any longer than necessary. What a good mother.
And now I shall head to the hayloft. I too am in need of a massage. I've no doubt there are some jolly talented HBFs up there willing to apply their hands and fingers to various pressure points.