Totally flaked out today after our day at Ascot races yesterday. Over two hours on the train each way, but fortunately DS has just discovered 'colour wonder' colouring books, so spent the entire journey doing them. And quite a lot of the 'family fun' day, rather than going on the rides etc. We did, however, meet Peppa and George Pig (why are children always taken in by these mastcots) and came out even on the betting.
All a bit emotional, though. It would have been DFiL's 70th birthday, and he loved going to the races, so MiL was very tearful. As was DP.
All sorts of ridiculous seating-related bureaucracy. Arrived with picnic chairs, but had them confiscated at the gate as we didn't have a 'medical note'. Once we got in, we set up camp in an area with picnic tables, which was the only bit children were allowed to 'play' in. Other part of family arrived, the dad of which needed a seat with a back and the son of which was in a wheelchair so 'couldn't get to us. So they were on some benches, in another part of the grounds. We trailed round there, with all the coolboxes, etc, to be told by an officious little shit in a bowler hat (OLSiBH) that we couldn't put blankets down in that area, and that children weren't allowed to run around.
So, we went to yet another area, plonked ourselves round the blankets and refused to move, but MiL couldn't sit on the ground. SiL then had to negotiate with the captors of our picnic chairs to have them back so MiL would have something to sit on. OLSiBH then said if he saw anyone rather than the designated 'disableds' sitting in the chair, he'd have us ejected.
GRRRRRRR.