Ooh, I went to a trampoline park on Wednesday. It was great! Not hellish at all. At least, not like soft play, by which all other child-based hells shall be judged.
I did lots of bouncing, which put a huge smile on my face, and no wee in my pants. Slight problem with the foam pit - seem to be designed for lighter people than me, as I got stuck. They're very deep, and with nothing affording a purchase to shove against.
DS and I had lovely afternoon at Mudchute (snigger) farm in Docklands. He rode a donkey, made friends with a loudly baa-ing sheep, and came out with some cracking witticisms.
Witticism 1: Seeing an alpaca from behind, with all his goolies, DS said "You can see the whole butcher's shop from here." A rather marvellous expression, I thought.
W 2: We saw an amusing little guinea pig, with very tufty fur on his head. DS immediately declared it a 'guinea wig'.
We then met up with DP and looked at the archaeology of Crossrail exhibish at the Docklands museum. It then all went wrong as we made the grave error of dining in La Tasca next door. Everything comprised bland overcooked items, deep-fried in stale oil, apart from the 'char-grilled vegetables' which were raw.