Where to live in London with a toddler pt 1 – Walthamstow

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Back when I was a Smash Hits browsing teen, Walthamstow was the epitome of rough urban glamour. It was in the East End of London – a thrilling yet terrifying proposition for a suburban girl like me – and it sounded a little like Walford, where we know people get shot, stabbed and run over with frightening regularity.

It turns out that East 17 were all talk. Walthamstow’s about as rough as Surbiton, or any other suburban part of London. There aren’t a huge number of stabbings and no-one has ever had their baby snatched – another regular occurrence in Walford. Brian Harvey did manage to run himself over, but the chances of that kind of thing happening again are pretty slim.

Basically, Walthamstow is nice. It’s where Hackney couples go when they want to have babies. It’s far out enough and so close to the M11 that it counts as “countryside” (it’s the whacking great marshes that give it away), yet Oxford Circus is 20 minutes away on the Victoria Line. There are good schools and affordable housing and the very nice Walthamstow Village (that’s not where the affordable housing is).

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So, what is there to do there?

Well, it’s home to the newly-refurbished Lloyd Park, including the William Morris Gallery, and the aforementioned marshes. There’s a mall with some decent shops in, a very long market and the Stow festival. There’s also a Walthamstow toy library, where my cousin’s son had his fourth birthday party:

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What do the locals say?

“Family friendly”

“There’s a lot of creativity and cultural stuff going on”

“It’s a great place to live”

Connections to Central London

Overland (various, into Liverpool St)

Victoria Line (Walthamstow Central and Blackhorse Rd)

Night buses N26, N38, N73

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Lazy Town Series Launch – 05/04/13

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A few years back – well, about 8 years back- Nathan was having a conversation with our niece Natalie, who was around Roo’s age then. She was telling him all about a friend of hers called Stephanie who would only wear pink. Nathan didn’t think anything was strange about that – Natalie herself had gone through a phase of only wearing red and yellow and only eating red and yellow food. So Stephanie seemed like just the kind of friend Natalie would have. Then she started talking about her other friend Sportacus and that’s when Nathan twigged that something was up. You see Natalie, much like Reuben, often lived in her own head-world and that particular week her world was that of Lazy Town.

IMG-20130405-02789Flash forward and we’re in a room at Kings Place, Kings Cross awaiting the arrival of Sportacus himself. Kings Place is a bit of a find, actually. I thought it was just a conference venue (and Nathan and I know a lot about those), but it has a couple of cafes, an exhibition and some big open spaces. If you’re ever in need of somewhere to hang out in that area, you could buy a coffee there and stay for a while. It’s right by the canal, so kids have fun looking at the boats too. There’s not a lot else in the area – the old Kings Cross station was terrible for toddler-wrangling and I’ve only been to the new bit briefly when I thought we were meeting some BLWers in the old bit. The hoardings were promising the arrival of “Kings Cross Square”, but I’m not sure exactly what that will be, and whether it’ll be far enough from the traffic to let toddlers run about in. But Kings Place seems nice, maybe even too nice for kids. Plus, as Roo said there were “hundreds
of toilets”.

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Anyway, back to Lazy Town. We were there for the launch of the new season, featuring either a new Stephanie or a cryogenically-frozen one. It was introduced by the head of Cartoonito, who had the job of getting the right answers out of a crowd of 3-7-year-olds. Tough gig. I was hoping they didn’t ask Roo, because he can a bit unpredictable in these situations. Thankfully, he didn’t ask him, but Roo did take part in a straw poll. He put his hand up for “Who watches Cartoonito?” Which is true, cause he does. But he didn’t raise his hand for “Is Cartoonito your favourite?” Which again is true, because he’ll always be a Beebies boy at heart. But really, he’ll watch anything. And he was happy to lounge on a cushion, munching an apple and watching the new episode, while Nathan, Eva and I sat back with some nice munchables.
The new episode was pretty well-received. There was plenty of action, some impressive stunts and a classic “hare vs tortoise” storyline. Obviously, Nathan and I picked a few plot holes (how did no-one work out that Roboticus was a robot? It’s in the name!) But the 3-7-year-olds enjoyed it.
And the real action was still to come. The cushions were cleared away (and Roo lost his apple in the process) and the children were asked if they liked Sportacus. “Yes!” They all cried. All except one. You can probably guess which child was shouting “No! I like Fireman Sam!”. I’ll give you a clue – it was one of mine.
Luckily, the sporty one didn’t hear Reuben’s cussing. In he bounded, in skintight lycra and straight away, he did a backflip and stood on one hand. This guy was the real deal. No intern sweating inside a Sportacus costume. Just an Icelandic man sweating as he did acrobatic aerobics to the delight of small kids.

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What happened next is hard for even a semi-professional writer to explain. But there was a lot of kids jumping around, some adults pulled out from the audience to jump around too and dancing to some europop. We didn’t even get decent photos because everyone was moving around so fast.

Roo was loving it. He couldn’t stop dancing, even when he was meant to be standing and “looking cool” (he tried that, with folded arms and sticking-out tongue but it didn’t quite look right). It was a lot of fun and very energetic. The only objection I had is that when they divided girls and boys and gave them each activities to do, the girls had girly ones to do (rope skipping and rock ‘n’ roll dancing) while the boys were football kicking and basketball shooting. When the boys had to do a ballet dance, everyone laughed and groaned but Roo just looked bemused at that reaction. He’d seen Sid being a ballet dancer in “Let’s Play” and he knew that boys could do ballet too. He was also watching “The Ugly Duckling” ballet just before we left, so he didn’t see the problem. He even told me off the other day when I was telling Eva that her babygro was super girly because it featured princess-ballet-rabbits. “No Mummy, ballet is for boys too!” Yeah, but I was
right Roo. Princess-ballet-rabbits are pretty girly.

sporta2So I wasn’t too sure about that bit. It kinda undermined the bit in the episode where they made a point of all-pink Stephanie loving soccer. But that’s a minor issue and the rest was great. We were all particularly wowed at the hand-walk down an avenue of children. How they got the risk assessment for that signed off, I have no idea.  Afterwards, we had lunch and Sportacus signed autographs and posed for photos. It was a fab morning out and I reckon our little Cartoonito-convert may be demanding Lazy Town again

Lazy Town series 3 starts today (April 6th) on Cartoonito

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A Few Newsings…

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That’s like musings on news…not “news” in the political sense, news in the sandpit kinda sense. I have a few updates on things you might like, especially if you live in the SE11 area…so here they are!

1) Crazy Chimps has an opening date. Whoop! We’ll be sneak previewing it on 14th April and it’ll be open to the public on 18th April – check their website for more info.

2) Victoria Tower Gardens has a new playground coming! As I may have mentioned before, the playground is a bit underwhelming and it’s a prime location for something more impressive, given its proximity to the Houses of Parliament. There’s something wooden being built, so chances are it’ll be a more natural type playground.

3) There’s an exciting-looking new bakery/cafe/deli (pictured above)  in a previously empty unit on Kennington Rd, opposite Pizza Express. It’s called Sally White, I think and there are a few more pics here.

4) Lifts at Vauxhall

Don’t. Go. There.

5) Next week, I’m inexplicably turning Estate Agent. Yes, I’m going to stop telling you where to go for the day and start telling you where to live instead (nb I’m not actually becoming an estate agent. I have many sidelines but homes aint one). For 7 days, I will be running a series on “Where to live in London with a toddler” featuring some local wisdom. It might be quite South-London centric but that’s what you get for taking advice from a South Londoner.
Think that’s it for now….more adventures coming soon, promise!

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Things to do in London over the Easter Holidays

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Blimey, that was a short half-term, wasn’t it? Easter hols are suddenly on us and with them two weeks of preschooler-boredom to fill. Still, there’s lots out there to do and we intend to do some of it. As should you.

Starting 8th April, the British Museum are running activities on Ice Age Animals -lions, reindeer and mammoths. Reuben is currently dragging an imaginary reindeer called “Chair” around with him wherever we go, so I think that might be a good one for him to go to. The ever-reliable Horniman Museum is also running art activities over the holidays and the Tate Modern is doing workshops for older kids on Thursdays and Fridays over Easter.

Meanwhile, the Cinema Museum in Kennington is showing “Saturday Morning Pictures” on 6th April, which is meant to be a family-friendly vintage screening. The Museum of London has a calendar of family events over Easter, including the intriguing sounding “Musical London” and the Museum of Childhood has an “Oranges and Lemons” themed event with Beau Belle. And don’t forget that “Tiger Territory” is now open at London Zoo!

Is that enough for you? Go and enjoy!

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Why are TfL pitting parents against wheelchair users?

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An argument on FaceBook yesterday made me realise – I have to wade into this whole “Buggy space vs Wheelchair space” debate thing. When it came on FaceBook, posted by someone who is neither a parent nor disabled, my first thought was “Gargh, how boring…this again?!” and assumed he was just stirring. He may well have been, but I’m grateful for the argument because it’s given me an amazing revelation on the subject which I’m going to share with you now.

The first thing I need to say is that, despite all the hype, it isn’t a huge issue. I have buggy-ed extensively round London and only once in nearly 4 years have had to move for a wheelchair. I’m terrible at folding my buggy because it’s always laden with stuff, so in that instance I just got off. I was somewhere in Pimlico and I walked the rest of the way. Cause I have working legs and I can do that. Fair’s fair. But my friend who started the argument claims he’s seen it three times in six months. I calculate that as not a high hit rate (say you make 40 journeys a month, that’s one in 80 journeys) but it happens. Maybe I avoid it because I tend to travel at sensible times, but that’s just me. I appreciate not everyone can avoid rush hours.

But his main argument was what got me thinking “It must be a problem because TfL have plastered posters everywhere, saying that buggy users have to move” (a paraphrase). That’s right folks, we have slipped into a weird parallel universe where we take everything TfL says as gospel. That bus WILL arrive in 2 minutes, this escalator WILL be re-opened in Summer 2013 and they really ARE sorry for any disruption . 12 years of living in London has made me cynical, but I shouldn’t be. TfL have our best interests at heart and we should listen to everything they say on the subject on wheeled vehicles aboard their bigger wheeled vehicles.

Or should we? Because I am getting to the absolute nub of it here….Are you ready? There is a shocking revelation coming up and I’m going to put it in bold, so that no idiot every misses it every again.

London should have the capacity to transport everyone,everywhere.

It’s as simple – or as complicated – as that. There should be enough capacity for everyone that needs to travel around London to do just that. If the buses are full of disabled people fighting with buggies (which they’re not), then there’s one reason why: it’s because buses are the only fully-accessible form of transport. Meanwhile, during the day tubes and overland trains rattle around half empty. We claim to be a 21st century city, yet we have a transport system from the 19th century, with 19th century ideas of accessibility. That’s why the buses are full – because a shocking proportion of people can’t use the tube.

That’s the answer, long-term. In the meantime if there really are frequent arguments on these routes, then you need more services on those routes. But these things cost money (in the case of modernising the tube, a LOT of money) so they’re not going to do them. Another wacky solution is to put conductors on those routes, to sort out disputes between wheelchair users and buggy users, if it’s really that bad. The routemasters were the least accessible buses ever, but there were never any rumbles on them, thanks to the calming influence of the conductor (and I’m not talking buggy vs disabled rumbles, just your average Saturday evening in South London rumbles). If you can tell me that every time you get on a bus, there’s a mother refusing to fold her pushchair so that a disabled person can get on, then you need someone staffing it, TfL. Asking people to essentially govern themselves is never gonna work.

(Cause, just a small note of sympathy for these parents here – even the rude ones – it is really bloody hard to fold a buggy with one hand, on a crowded bus in motion while hanging on to both your possessions and your child. It is not safe to hold a baby one-handed on a moving vehicle, and the idea of giving them to a stranger doesn’t bear thinking about. “Hey there, junkie! Wanna hold my kid?”)

But, again these things cost money. So TfL have come up with a poster campaign instead. TfL love a poster campaign. Anyone remember the “Buses are getting better” campaign?  Psst, here’s a thought – if they genuinely are getting better, you shouldn’t need a poster to tell people about them.

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And so, the latest poster – which Nathan pointed out looks like the man with the buggy is shaking his fist at the man in the wheelchair – is designed to pit parents against disabled people, while deflecting from the fact that TfL just need to do something visible about this creaking network of ours. I’m not sure whose jurisdiction it falls under, but those lifts at Vauxhall are still not functioning. They are there, but when I appeared with buggy, stuff and childx2 the other day, I was told they were out of order. The wide gate also doesn’t accept oyster, so I had to wait for someone to turn up and open it, who then told me about the lifts before disappearing off. I had to haul our (new lightweight! woooo!) buggy up the stairs, with Roo walking and Eva in the sling. Again, because I can. What would I have done if I’d been in a wheelchair? You’d hope they’d mention it before you beeped in…

So, there’s my point, plain and simple.Yes, we need to use some common sense and some courtesy in these situations. Yes, it’s a relatively rare problem and it shouldn’t make either parents or disabled people frightened of using transport in Central London (another lovely side effect of these posters – make parents worry that any second now, they’ll get chucked off the bus, make wheelchair users feel like they’re being a nuisance to other people). But in the end , it comes down to TfL – what are you going to do?

Of course, there’s always the option that someone suggested on FaceBook about mothers who don’t fold pushchairs “I think they should be shot or sterilized”. Yeah, cause using quasi-Nazi speak is a cool thing to do. See what you’re responsible for here TfL – you’ve let people like this speak! (Although I think the Daily Mail also gets a credit). If the above arguments don’t sway you to action, maybe the threat of a deranged Daily Mail reader both shooting and sterilising people aboard the number 73 will. Think about that one for a while…

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A few thoughts on commercialising the blog…

baby in a basketI’ve been thinking a lot lately about selling out. Whether I do it, how I do it etc etc…and I thought I’d share my thoughts with you.

Y’see this is a blog, not a business. I never started it with the intention of it paying for my sumptious lifestyle. I started it with the hope that someone, somewhere might be planning a trip to London and read about something we’ve done and think “yeah, that sounds OK”. Or “Crikey, I’m never going to Bracknell.” I’ve seen a lot of blogs lately that are run as businesses and fair play to those bloggers – they’ve found a way to make their blog pay. But it’s not really me. I can’t help feeling if I was charging people to advertise here, then I would have to write things which were responsible and helpful, as opposed to whatever tripe falls out of my head.

I am going to be writing for a living. I have no qualms about that. But it’s something separate from the blog and for now, I’d like to keep it that way. Selling the blog feels a little like selling my family (hence the picture at the top) and believe me, I wouldn’t get much for them. I would need the world’s most iron-clad refund policy if I was to do that.

That’s not to say I’m opposed to freebies. No, I love freebies, and as long as they’re in keeping with my style and principles, I’m happy to review things and post them here. That covers a whole bunch of stuff, but I’m pretty sure I won’t be advokating “Nestle’s Better-than-breastmilk Superformula” here. If I do, shoot me. But companies who sell nice things, small companies, brands I like…you’re all welcome here. So there may be more reviews. There may be more giveaways. But I’m fairly sure that 90% of the content on here will still be “My Adventures at the Peckham Pencil Museum with a Puking Child”

(Except for something I have planned for next month, where I’m gonna inexplicably go all Estate Agent on yo ass…bear with me. It might be a mid-blog crisis)

And you might be thinking “but there are weightloss ads all over the site already!”. Yeah, that’s WordPress, not me doing that. I did consider taking over that ad space but it seemed more trouble than it was worth. I may yet get my own, shiny domain name but I’m not planning on self-hosting any time soon. Maybe one day, but the point is nothing huge and visible is gonna change round here for a while. Unless I go through with my plan of making the pictures bigger. Then they would be both huge and visible….

I’m rambling now, and Eva is sleeping on the keyboard, ready to delete this whole post with a swipe of her baby hand so I’ll leave it there. Just one more thing for anyone who was concerned about my lack-of-toddler. I’m about to release LWATToddler version 2.0. With 100% more naughtiness. It’ll be a blast.

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Burgess Park – 19/03/13

IMG-20130319-02722The All-new Burgess Park! Last time I came here it was a complete building site and I wasn’t in the best mood. It was the day before Reuben’s 3rd birthday party, we were on our way back from Norfolk and we’d had to stop at the offices of a council known only as S**thw**k because they needed us to pay in cash to use their one o’clock club after our cheque had arrived too late (or had been sitting in someone’s in-tray for weeks, who knows?). Clever readers will realise that this was all a mere month after I’d had a baby, at which point I shouldn’t be expected to do anything, let alone deal with councils and organise family holidays.

What was I saying? Burgess Park was a half-constructed mess, and we got very lost. But that was then, this is a bit later. And it’s all finished now…except that there were still wooden, temporary-looking fences everywhere. But it’s definitely usable now.

I was there to meet some Baby-Led Weaners – Maria, who you’ll remember from a trip to Vauxhall City Farm, and a new friend called Emily with her adorable twins. None of us had been there since the rebuilding, so we wandered in a easterly kinda direction, in the hope of finding the play park.

IMG-20130319-02723It had all changed a lot. I went there a few times when we lived in Camberwell, once to see Billy Bragg at a S**thw**k- organised festival. The festival was a bit lame, and Billy Bragg mainly ranted rather than sang anything. Will I get into trouble with my sister for slagging him off? Probably, but never mind. Mr Bragg also hung out at my place of work for a month or so, so I suspect he may be following me.

Anyhoo, the park. It still had that slightly random “Bridge to nowhere” and a tunnel that went under Wells Way and connected one half of the park to the other, but the tunnel looked new and shiny. There was a distinct lack of maps and the signposts weren’t the most helpful. But eventually, we spotted a slide, which turned out to be a huge tube slide, not quite suitable for the under-3s we were with:

IMG-20130319-02724Did I mention that Reuben was at nursery at the time? Well, he was. So we needed a playground that was more suitable for small people. Luckily, there was one that fitted the bill just next door:

IMG-20130319-02726It’s quite small, but very green and “natural”, with some low swings, a big swing and a slide/sandpit area that also acts as a toddler containment area:

IMG-20130319-02729You see, the rocks surrounding the sandpit are too steep for your average toddler to climb. So they can slide in, but not get out again. Clever, huh?

When I was “researching” the new park before going there, I found 2 main complaints – 1) that the playground was geared towards older kids and not suitable for toddlers and 2)that there were some table tennis tables built on a slope. Well, 2) is certainly true, although they’re side-on to the slope, so both players are at an equal disadvantage. But as for 1)? I can only think that they never found the smaller playground, as it’s definitely designed for 0-4s. Look, even Eva had a go on the swing:

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Handily, the kids playground is right next to the “Parklife” cafe, which has funky tree designs on the inside, organic food and is named after a blur album. What’s not to love? Sadly, I had to speed off to get Roo from nursery, but Emily and Maria report that the cake was delicious.

IMG-20130319-02725VERDICT: The New Burgess Park is a huge improvement on the old one. Would like to go back and scope that cake out myself.

More details here (official website)

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Brooklands Museum – 09/03/13

IMG-20130309-02679Now, this really stretches the bounds of what you could describe as “London”. It’s on the cusp of non-London land, but it’s this side of the M25 so it counts. It’s Adventures With Gravel turf, but I was meeting Gravel’s owner Weasel there and she generously agreed that I could review it too. Or maybe it was Weasel’s mother…I don’t know, I get confused. And besides, look! I found our local bus in there! How much more London could you get?

Let’s start a bit further back – what is this museum you talk of? That’s a question that neither Nathan or I bothered to ask before putting the postcode into satnav. Well, I will tell you – it’s a museum to commemorate the famous Brooklands racetrack which I knew about mainly from James May’s Toy Stories. Excitingly, Weasel’s Dad also featured in that episode, posing as a Scalextric expert. He really isn’t a Scalextric expert.

Anyway, with all that motorsport and aviation history to absorb, including bits of the original racetrack, our first stop was naturally the soft play in the cafe:

IMG-20130309-02665The Weasels took the last of the chips AND the beans, so we had to wait a little for our lunch but Roo and Eva both very happily played in this motor-themed play area for as long as they could, along with our friends’ son Miles, who had pooed on me during our trip to Gütersloh last Christmas. I reminded him of that and he seemed unrepentant.

Lunch was OK -the prices were reasonable compared to London museum prices and they do kids’ portions of all the mains, as well as a kids’ snack box. So we all sat in the cafe for quite a while as the children played but eventually decided we should go and see what was in the rest of the place. Like aeroplanes:

IMG-20130309-02668You have to pay extra to go on Concorde, which is a bit cheeky seeing as the entrance fee is hefty anyway, so we decided to skip it. I’d been on a Concorde at IWM Duxford anyway, so it definitely wouldn’t have been worth it. Instead, we found a plane where Roo could sit in the cockpit and pretend to fly it.

roo pilotAnd then we found another one where he and his small friends could sit on the seats:

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Roo looks pretty cheery in all these photos, but don’t be fooled – he had his fair share of strops every time he wasn’t allowed to touch something or run riot. Apparently the preschoolers are allowed to actually fly the planes. Who knew? Concorde is meant to be even more…*touchy* about small children handling things, so it’s just as well we didn’t go there.

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And then we looked around the London Bus Museum, which was a bit similar to the Transport Museum, really. But again, there were buses you could climb on, which made Roo happy. Again, there were buses he couldn’t climb on, which made Roo sad. It was one of those days.

By the time we got to the actual motors, Roo was getting a bit over it and Eva was fidget-y too. He consented to pose as a racing driver:

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but then had a giant meltdown, so we retreated back to the cafe for a slice of cake and a  bit more play. All 4 of us were tired, the Mileses were tired and the Weasels were tired, so we all needed a sit-down. Remarkably, the people we were with who didn’t have children seemed sprightly still. Funny that!

Anyway, Roo settled in for another round of soft play and Eva sat and looked confused:

IMG-20130309-02695And with that, it was probably time to get back into London proper. Pity the 59 couldn’t drop us off!

VERDICT: An interesting museum, most of which you miss with a whiny, overtired boy. They had obviously tried hard to accommodate families, with the kids’ food, free colouring sheets and soft play, but there was a distinct divide between those with small children and the motoring “enthusiasts”. One group didn’t look too kindly on the other.

A couple of notes – the soft play is for 4-and-unders only, and there was a man enforcing that. Baby changing is just inside the door of the Ladies’ loos but a staff member said that men were also free to use it.

More details here (official website)

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Eat, Play, Love (Battersea) – 08/03/13

IMG-20130308-02656So, today we went out to eat, play and love at Eat, Play, Love Battersea. As you may have gathered, Reuben isn’t too good at doing what he’s told, so he didn’t want to eat, then play, then love. As soon as we got there and he spotted the play area, he kicked off his shoes and went to play. He was planning to eat later, and love came a very distant third. I was more keen on the eating and not bothered about the playing. We were meeting our friend Lauren there and I wasn’t entirely sure just how much love she’d be up for, so I held back a little.

For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, Eat Play Love is a cafe in Battersea which has a play area and caters to children. When I say it caters to children, I mean it is entirely dominated by children, their mothers and/or their au pairs. There was a sign at the entrance to the effect that pushchairs and babies were strictly optional but most people there had one or the other. When I got there, there was someone in the corner having a business meeting, but once the Parent-Pilates kicked out, they soon scarpered.

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So, it got Roo’s approval. There was a play shop, with a play petrol pump, giant lego bricks and a train track. Plus a whole heap of bumbos, a rocking horse and an awesome rocking-vintage-car. The play area was split into two, which I guess was for babies and older kids though the older kids were rampaging over both. I’m speaking as the owner of one of the more rampage-y ones, obviously.

We sat down for some lemon drizzle cake and juice (which was disappointingly warm – I’m weird about warm juice). Roo had his own piece and Eva and I shared. Not entirely sure how that worked out. Roo sat still long enough to eat some cake before running off to play again and he later returned with a book about puppies. Because we were sitting a way away from the play area, I couldn’t leave Eva in there while I sat down, but I was happy enough to dump Roo there. I figured that with interfering Battersea parents around, someone would tell me soon enough if he was being horrendous.

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I was just explaining the theory to Lauren when, right on cue, Roo started to wail. Someone else wanted to play with the petrol pump apparently. Or something. It was almost time to go, but not before checking out these amazing toilets:

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And have a look at this, for living the family-toilet dream:

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No, I didn’t get an action shot.

So, a nice cafe which I imagine gets even busier at lunchtime. The decor is kooky – Lauren noticed a comedy half-eaten shortbread decoration –  and they sell a lot of kid-size snacks, including teeny-weeny cupcakes (way too teeny to fool Reuben with). I just wish the juice was a little colder. Also, Roo’s beloved nursery singing teacher “Ve-ron-eek!” does singing sessions there.

VERDICT: A great place to hang out with kids. Not sure if you’d go there without kids.

More details here (official website)

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And the winner is…….

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Ooh, the suspense…

Turns out the spaces in this post don’t stop Facebook spoilering it…

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe

Selected by random.org, with the help of random. husband

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!

The winner is….

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought —
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

GEMMA!!!! of Foodgems

Congratulations Gemma, hope that massage sorts out your achy muscles!

And for everyone else, here’s the rest of the Jabberwocky….

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.

“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
  He chortled in his joy.

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