We've just got back from a visit to that London to see a lovely production based on Oliver Jeffers Boy books.
|Bandits at 11 o'clock|
How wrong could I be. He, and his friends, were rapt. As were the three babies, who are all under a year. Well done Big Wooden Horse.
Afterwards we had a mostly pleasant lunch at a nearby Italian, where J had a meltdown which I didn't handle especially well. However, all was well that ended well, after ice cream all round. Then we headed for a local adventure playground, which seemed like a lawsuit waiting to happen. It's not a good idea for two guys, slightly the better of a good Italian lunch to try and shepherd three full of beans kids around a splinter infested deathtrap. Still, we didn't lose too many fingers.
Then it was home again, home again, on the not very fast InterCity service and straight to bed for two very tired, but hopefully happy kids.