I would genuinely be more inclined to go if it was called Bertie and Boo’s Dystopian Nightmare (actually, that sounds awesome).
I’ve started to wonder how many other play cafes we’re missing out on because we haven’t happened to stumble across them on our way to something else.
Being able to wander unobstructed by other humans without having to worry about losing toddlers in a sea of legs made it much less stressful.
It is quite nice being able to look round a museum without every other bastard in London being there at the same time.
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.
This is basically as ‘soft play’ as a Tate exhibition is ever going to get.
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.
Like you’ve just done a massive Sunday walk – the kind that sorts you out for weeks.
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.