Everything here was child-friendly provided Bab didn’t spend so long playing with it that she found ways for it to not be.
Underground
Maybe not a completely irrational idea but I did feel like a massive, irresponsible dickhead standing in the queue for the lift for over an hour.
Going out with the urchins under the pretence that you’re a nice normal family often serves as a startling reminder that the opposite is true.
With any luck the park’s restful ambience might rub off on your mini mob, if only for half an hour or so.
Ultimately all you’re going to do is insert a paintbrush in their fist and grit your teeth while they splash paint indiscriminately at the wall.
The main space resembled an NCT outing to the Bugaboo factory, with piled-up pushchairs, harassed mums and squawking toddlers.
The installation had the same effect on my self esteem as an afternoon spent in the changing rooms at H&M on Oxford Street.
This is a particularly pretty corner of London, home to tranquil woodland, lush lawns, well-kept gardens and peaceful ponds.
The cosy space comprises well-known Scandi stories across the full range of Nordic languages and a variety of traditional toys.
There’s a large shoe department with a squashy sofa for trying on in comfort, with brands including Bobux, Salt-Water and Start-Rite.
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