We were treated to a Frozen-themed mini disco with bubbles and a parachute, because the kids were all big Elsa fans, so that was stupidly cute.
London
This month, experience an al fresco art exhibition, go on a magical journey led by a sonic sphere, and hit up a shit ton of free festivals.
The kids’ club is just as much a parents’ club thanks to its lush cafe, play buddies and some of the best toilets I’ve ever had the pleasure of changing a really awful nappy in.
This month, meet Paddington Bear at the British Library, ride dodgems at Somerset House and scribble all over the floor at Tate Modern.
We should have worn gloves to prevent us from getting Weil’s disease but we just sat and ate our picnic like we weren’t probably sitting in rat piss.
Home to what is honestly one of the best playground structures I’ve ever seen in my long and eventful playground-critiquing career.
I have a (probably fairly unhealthy) fixation with play cafes and am always embarrassingly pumped when I hear about a new one popping up somewhere useful.
It’s been a great year for playing tourist in your own town, especially if you really hate people.
The Moustache has a distinctly grown-up feel – it just happens to cater to grown ups who have children. And frankly, that’s the best kind of cafe I can think of.
This could so easily have been just another generic soft-play centre, but the owners have clearly put a lot of thought into making it stand out from the crowd.
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