Reached the end of our first family-friendly London list? Here’s another bunch of ideas for those days when boredom levels are high and inspiration is low.
Roma was already properly pushing the top end of the age limit and basically looked like a fully grown woman compared with most of the tiny babies.
This place does a pretty good job of making you feel like a film star, albeit one with thrown-up Bickiepeg smeared down your top.
Alice and her adventures under ground (and not, as Babu was disappointed to discover, on the Underground, which would have been a very different opera).
Five minutes after I’d left Babu outside the loos she casually pulled into the restaurant in a Cozy Coupe dressed like Iris Apfel.
You don’t actually have to trek to E17 to discover Word’s wares, but the bricks-and-mortar store is so pretty you might want to.
The absolute worst thing about bottles is standing over the cold tap willing the water to cool a boiling-hot bottle at a rate faster than half a degree per minute because it’s 4am and your baby is screaming the house down.