Sunday, 24 April 2011
Travels In Time
And another Saturday in a Much More Well-Appointed Retail Place than the one we live in. One in which crossing the city centre is a breeze of bodies sliding effortlessly past each other in the way it happens at Grand Central Station. In our town people are programmed on leylines and walk slap-bang into each other from the most random of angles. And usually don't even realise.
So, this city we went to doesn't even disappoint if you come home empty-handed. The marvellous architecture, the people-watching, and even the fact that we are getting better at not getting lost is a good day out in itself. And its training the kids brilliantly in how to get out and about when they're old enough to go there solo.
The train-journey-entertainment was the discovery that if you hold a 7-Up bottle just so you can project a little green dalek onto the table. There would have been a photo, and indeed there was, but my camera does not like the memory card from the 13 year old's camera and I have no idea where his connect-it-to-the-computer gubbins is.
In fact, I'm waiting for them to wake up. I've turned into someone who practically sleeps farmers' hours and no longer stay up til 1am - I'm going to bed these days about 11pm and getting up about 8. Yeah, in farmers' hours that's probably elevenses, but still. I am craving chocolate and there are unopened Easter eggs waiting for the choc fest to kick off. Just need some kids first...