This particular day was so unbearably hot there was literally only about 10 minutes where at least one of us wasn’t crying or shouting.
Actually the kids loved it, because why wouldn’t they? No one had tried to sell it to them as a brasserie and member-centric family wellness spa.
I went along with being made to feel like I was really lucky for being granted entry when really I just wanted to tell her to shove it up her bum.
It sounds woefully irresponsible in hindsight but it almost felt like an end-of-the-world party.
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.