We found ourselves at the science museum and wandered about for a bit in the mental heaving half term crowd. It’s probably definitely better on claustrophobic nerves to go on a non-school holiday. Little Z and my friends son seemed to have a brilliant time though playing with all the interactive bits and mainly dashing about the big computer hall. Despite working with IT kit on a daily basis I found myself ooh-ing and ahh-ing over aged devices and snapping away on my iPhone. Its definitely my favourite bit of the whole place.
It was only right we followed our hard work at the museum up with a very very long lunch with one of my best friends as well as hours of too much chatting. We’ve been friends since we were about 5 or 6ish and its strange to watch our sons together, to see that we were roughly that age when we first met!
I started the following day with a very nice facial and a gentle lecture from the therapist about I should really really use eye cream. Uh oh. Does this mean I’m officially old? She looked slightly shocked when I said I used absolutely nothing on my eyes. I could see her steadying herself holding the massage table. She will be glad to know I had now ordered eye cream. I will use it every day. And rejuvenate the delicate skin under my eyes. Every day. Honest.
With that we made our way to the Disney cafe after a helpful little tip from a lovely Twitterer and oh how she was right. Its a little gem tucked away on one of the floors of Harrods that not many people seem to know about. The centrepiece is the Big Ben and Tinkerbell from Peter Pan and all the walls are surrounded by Disney cartoons and characters. Little Z was presented with the Mickey Mouse ears from Fantasia and he even ate a full Mickey Mouse shaped pizza. It’s not the cheapest but not extortionate if you consider you’re paying London prices. The toy hall not far away was a lot of fun with lots of demos and displays. I had to drag both my Z’s out of there a a couple of times.
After a bit of deliberating we decided we would finally go on the London eye. Little Z just looked forward to the tube trips for the entire trip and loved the escalators and being lifted down the stairs by his Mummy and Daddy swinging him down holding an arm each. It was lovely to find a kind Londoner giving up their seat for him every single time and he would dive on thinking it was a standard thing and then pretend to sleep like his fellow passengers until it was time to get off. I, on the other hand, was utterly impressed that contactless cards can be used as a ticket. I felt like a very enthusiastic tourist visiting for the very first time. I didn’t take my camera out though to snap it. Much to the husbands relief.
By the time we got to the London eye, after tickets and queuing, it was dark and I wasn’t too sure if it would be as good at night time. I was wrong though, it was so much better. The way London is lit up at night time is beautiful and the landscape is amazing. The old interspersed with the new and everything still complimenting each other even in its all its busy existence. Its also always nice trying to spot your old workplace from a very great height. Little Z loved the views and I’d recommend it for anyone with a 4 year old and above. It’s tempting to buy a fast track ticket but don’t do it! The normal queues move very quickly and are a lot shorter than they look. You also get on the eye with just as much speed. (I also heard its buy one get one free if you buy them online and can present a national rail ticket. As we drove it didn’t apply to us but well worth checking out. Google is your friend).
As with all mini breaks, the weekend went by way too quickly but we have agreed not to leave it so long next time. Little Z experienced his first lot of blues about 5 minutes after we left the hotel declaring he didn’t want to go home and wanted to go on another holiday. He has decided our next destination should be Manchester. Mainly as I think that’s the only one he can name.