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:

IMG-20130319-02727If she looks cross, it’s just that she was really tired, OK?

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:

IMG-20130309-02674And then we toured the 70s gold-velour luxury that was the Sultan of Oman’s planeoman

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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A few things I forgot to mention

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…about the Groupon competition. And today you get an excited-looking Eva instead of Roo and C. Maybe not so much excited, as stare-y….but it’s a nice photo anyway. Anyway, what didn’t I mention?

* You don’t need to have a toddler or live in London to enter the competition.  They have lots of deals for all over the country, so anyone can enter.

* I love some of your entries so much that I might pass the ideas (not the contact details) onto Groupon. I think they could use *some* of them. If you really don’t want me to, drop me a line using the contact form.

* I also love your entries so much that I couldn’t possibly choose the winner myself, so it will be done by random number generator. Maybe by Nathan. Definitely on Monday. As long as I remember.

* Sadly, that means that no attempts to flatter or bribe me will work.

* Having said that, I’m enjoying the bribery and flattery. Keep it coming.

2 days, 1 hour, 45 minutes left to enter…! The form is below, for your convenience!
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Competition Time!!! With the help of Groupon

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What are Reuben and C quite so excited about? Maybe they’ve heard that LWAT is teaming up with Groupon to host a giveaway. Yes, you heard that right! A giveaway!

If you like to save money, you’ll already know what Groupon do. And if you don’t, here’s a little summary:

Groupon works with local businesses to promote deals and discounts through online vouchers and offers discounts at both a local and national level. With discounts on shopping & beauty, restaurants & travel and with activities that range from a relaxing spa-day to reduced priced sports tickers, Groupon has a great deal for all the family!

So, here’s how it works. You have the chance to win a £30 Groupon voucher, so their amazing deals become even more amazing.  Some of their deals toddler-y, lots are London-y. All you need to do is fill in the form below, answering this question:

If you could spend a Groupon voucher on absolutely anything, what would it be?

Competition closes at midnight 3/3/13

Terms and Conditions:

  • Vouchers are valid for 6 months.
  • Competition is only for UK readers.
  • Only one voucher can be used per deal.
  • Over 18s only.
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London Zoo – 23/02/13

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I’ve got to admit, this didn’t seem like the luckiest expedition ever. There was a flurry of snow as we left, with everything that we needed for the day piled on the buggy. And then I crashed the buggy and the wheel came off. Darn.

The zoo is one of those places that really requires a buggy – there’s a lot of walking, both from the tube to the zoo and then around the zoo all day. Roo often scoots around the place nowadays, but the zoo was one trip we needed the buggy for.

Ah well, we were going without. I didn’t care that it was snowing and that Nathan and I were both loaded like pack-horses (do they have pack-horses in the zoo? Could they carry our stuff?). I didn’t care that Reuben would be horribly grouchy by the end of the day after so much walking. It was my birthday and we were off to the zoo.

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And we got there. Just about. Reuben’s legs were “aching”, but as soon as we got there he got the first of several second winds and jumped around excitedly. We posed for a photo with Guy the Gorilla, resides in primate splendour underneath his own little canopy. The real Guy lives in the Natural History Museum, also in primate splendour. No idea if he has a canopy or not.

DSC02333Then we went to the reptile house to warm up a little. You may have guessed, from the fact that my facts are more factual than usual, that I was with someone more fact-minded than myself. And I was! My friend goes by the name of @zsllondonzoo (he had cruel parents) and he was giving us a guided tour. He introduced us to all the reptiles, including this posey Jackson’s chameleon. Reuben was very excited about him cause he’d read about magic chameleons in his school books. And this was both impressive and magic. He really was quite hard to spot.

DSC02340If I told you about every animal we saw, this would be the longest post ever written by anyone. So, let’s skip to the penguin show, as Reuben was keen to do (all through the reptiles and subsequent toilet visit, he kept up a chant of “I want to see the penguins! I want to see the penguins!”). So, we went to see the penguins.

They were cool. Through the glass-sided pool you could see them swimming about and diving. It was like being in the Gup-A with Dashi during the Great Penguin Race. Roo enjoyed the talk, but was a bit jealous that another small boy got to dress up like a penguin and he didn’t. And then he got very jealous when my friend Martin (NOT our guide, just a  hanger-on) stole his scooter.

“I don’t see your name on it” said Martin

“Zere it is!” replied Reuben, pointing at his name written in red nail varnish on the base of the scooter. “Zere’s a red R for Reuben and a E and a B….”

In other words, Martin, sod off and find your own scooter. While we’re Martin-bashing, I’d like to point out that he also propositioned my 10-year-old niece at my wedding (not quite as bad as it sounds). For that reason, and many others, we told him he wasn’t allowed to talk much for the rest of the day.

IMG-20130223-02597So, back to the zoo. We went through the butterfly tunnel (looks like a bouncy castle but isn’t) and to the B.U.G.S. house, which has a lot of insects and a few aquarium-y bits. Roo wasn’t bothered about the insects, but liked looking at the fish and anemones. He also got very attached to a rock he was sitting on and sobbed when we made him leave. “I want to go back to my roooooooooccccccckkkkkk” he said.

Or something like that. We decided that he needed lunch but one the way he spotted a carousel.

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“I want to go on a riiiiiiiiide” he said

So he did. Then we moved to the temporary restaurant (the main restaurant is being renovated) and had some burgers and chips and a kids pack. The food wasn’t amazing or particularly cheap, but it was the kind of price you’d expect at a museum and the kids pack was good value (5 items, including sandwich and posh juice plus crayons). It was also packed, which was surprising seeing as there was practically no-one else out there wandering about in the snow. Maybe they were all hiding in there all day.

I’m to have to speed up a bit, otherwise I sense I will lose you…Reuben was keen to see the lions next, so we went and looked at them sulking in the cold. Then we visited Animal Adventure, which kept both Nathan and Roo amused for ages, tunnelling like meerkats:

IMG-20130223-02609We saw the aardvarks being fed, and a pile of porcupines. Then we went to Meet the Monkeys and were lucky to escape without having to leave either child in there. You can see why someone would get them confused with the tiny, snatchy, clambouring monkeys…Roo particularly enjoyed the play area in thereIMG-20130223-02617

Then Roo was keen to see the giraffes, so we crossed the zoo again, stopping at the komodo dragons and giant turtles, until we found these fellas:

giraffeBy now, Reuben was getting VERY grouchy and tired. I was getting a little grouchy and tired, having lugged several bags around all day. He kept demanding animals, making us walk miles to find them and then taking one look and asking for something else. He was pretty impressed by the giraffes though. I was pretty impressed that they came outside to poo and then went back into their nice warm home. Sensible giraffes!

We made a quick trip to the aquarium to see the seahorses in love (a new feature) and the endangered fish that now only exist in the zoo. Then it was time to take a very tired boy home.

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VERDICT: It’s a very famous zoo for a reason – lots to see and do. There’s also a play area for kids, but I was a bit too cold to let Roo on it. Also, there was a facility to hire pushchairs which we probably should have used, but it was interesting to see how we coped without one!

More details here (official website)

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Imagine Children’s Festival – 20/02/13

IMG-20130221-02563Yes, I know this is out of sequence with the Tree Fu Tom post, but that’s where live-blogging gets you. I’ve also had a busy week writing lots of random things so this one is a bit later than it should have been.

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So, we visited the Imagine Festival yesterday. Not entirely intentionally, but I was meeting some people from the BLW forum and the Royal Festival Hall is a handy place to meet. I may have mentioned already that all the stuff I wanted to go to was sold out, so we were kinda going despite the Festival rather than because of it.

It was, obviously, mega-crowded, much like the Horniman was on Wednesday. Oxford St today came as a blessed relief in comparison. The Clore Ballroom was sealed off for some performances, so we sat around the side and managed to bag a table. Most of us had babies, so we actually spent most of the time on the floor rather than the table itself.

Actually, I spent most of the time chasing Reuben around. Shocker, hey? There were many brightly coloured things he wanted to explore so he just kept running off. I caught him once, just as he was about to hit the fire alarm. Another time he ducked and dived and ended up at Festival Control:

IMG-20130221-02566Festival control is pretty sweet. The Imagine festival is organised partly by local children and they have their own HQ set up throughout the festival. It’s suitably brightly coloured, with a library of kids’ books and a marshmallow dispensing machine. Every half hour or so they offer tours of their “offices”, which include a ballpool in a cupboard. We didn’t actually go on the tour, but Roo snuck in behind their back, which is how I know about the ballpool. Once I hauled him out, we sat and read some of the books on the porch area outside.

Obviously, the queue at the cafe was pretty scary. They had some cute , kid-size tables and chairs set up but they were all taken all the time. Once we’d got some food, we went back to our table and saw some sights on the way. Like a giant lego book:

IMG-20130221-02569Which was veeerrrry tempting for little 3-year-old fingers. We moved hastily on, past a tribute to Stockwell bus garage:

IMG-20130221-02571And some kind of paper-tree:

IMG-20130221-02568There was lots to see, and a fair bit to do. While we were there, they had a “learn to sing” workshop going on in the Clore Ballroom with a kids choir and the theme was musicals. That’s good – I like musicals. I watched one that my lovely husband bought me just the other day. It was “Singing in the Rain”, featuring the song “Good Morning” which I liked a reasonable amount.

The kids choir and peppy teacher started teaching the assembled children a song. It was “Good Morning” from “Singing in the Rain”. What a co-incidence! I like that song a reasonable amount. Enough to listen to children learning it line by line? Hmm, maybe not. This could get tedious quite quickly.

It got tedious, quite quickly. My fellow BLWers and I were feeling the same. After an hour or so, I realised that I could go the rest of my life happily without ever hearing that song. Roo wanted to go in the noisy lift, so we ducked down to the Spirit Level, where we found a DIY UV coral reef. You could cut fish out and stick them on walls lit with UV light, and it stretched the length of the Clore ballroom. It was pretty cool. I liked that someone had written out the words to “Octopus’ Garden” on it:

IMG-20130221-02562Back upstairs, Roo was getting restless and the babies were getting tired. And the peppy lady was starting “How to sing jazz”.

Don’t say I don’t know when to make an exit.

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