It was free ticket time again .. Biggles gets a number of free train tickets being a frequent rail traveller.
Weeny and I trotted off to the big smoke.
We spend Friday just mooching around Clapham and munching happy meals. They are a treat for £2.49. Yes more expensive in the capital! She scored for a really funky 2nd hand black sun dress with colourful embroidery which she refused to take off once she tried it on and a bracelet.
Saturday we took a stroll form Waterloo down the river along the South bank to the Tate Gallery. There is a kiddies interactive bit and some drawing stuff to do as well as piles of bricks to look at. I am a philistine when it comes to mondern art. Lots of the exhibitions looked like poo. Her words not mine lol. The Kandinsky, Dali and Picasso's were cool. We didn't pay for the Munch or Hirst exhibitions. At £15 each I thought not!!! All free other than the obligatory ice cream and the carousel ride. Fantastic old fashioned horse carousel and she is big enough to ride her own horse now which she loved!
There is a rainbow sand play space and skateboarders to watch as well as other arty things going on and a big wooden climbing play frame near the London Eye. We saw the Shard. You can't miss it.
Sunday we ate late again ( Eggy bread) then mooched around Wandsworth common and fed ducks. There are two play parks which keep Madam busy. Oh and I mad the mistake of sitting on the mini roundabout to be spun into a pukey oblivion while shouting ''Biggles you arse!'' A few looks from the nappy valley brigade.. Whoops. I had to lay down after that. Sometimes he is just not funny!
On the way to the train we said goodbye to Biggles ...which she doesn't like. Its not too bad when we say farewell at home as we often go to the park immediately afterwards or have things to look forward to straightaway. She was upset. I carried her away giving cuddles then had to put my heaving four year old down. She is heavy, She promptly done an about turn and shot off back to where Biggles was waving. Crying lots. Proper tears. Ouch. Am sure Mr Officer had glassy eyes as well. You can't come to the train to say farewell at Kings Cross as its all ticketed access now.
We managed to get on the train and sat in the carriage where we had had reserved seats which turned out to have a problem with its heating. It would not turn off. A sweat box on tracks and was intolerable. We are the last stop before Edinburgh. It was a long journey till we moved to first class at the train guards suggestion. Free Wi fi- Yeah!!
Back to the grind and no further forward with decisions.
Biggles not keen on his name anymore. He occasionally drops by apparently. ( Obligatory Rimmer salute given ala Red Dwarf!) Hence will now take suggestions for an alternative! Answers in the comments box below!