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Last week was school half term week and coincidentally I was off for most of the week too (Woop woop!). Anyway this meant that it was a good week for me and Number 1 son, Angus, to spend some quality time together (actually he is number two son as well, we don't have a spare).
So at precisely 9.01am on Thursday morning we set off from Tisbury, in rural South Wiltshire, on the train to London Waterloo. Our ultimate destination; The Natural History Museum.
Now I don't know about you but if there is one place in the world that makes me feel like a complete and utter country bumpkin it is good old London town.
It wasn't a good start. As we left Tisbury station we were standing. There were no empty seats on the train. Some people got off at Salisbury (the next stop) and we managed to bag the seats in the bit by the doors before the droves waiting to get on did so. Not the most comfortable seats on the train but we remained there, me with the Daily Telegraph and Gus with his DSi, until Clapham, when numb bum cheeks and stiff knees got me, and the boy, upright.
A 'bigbadripyourarmsoffasaurus' or something like that
This was a real giraffe that followed us everywhere!
A large statue, emnbarrassingly I don't know what it is nor where it was.
So there we are that's what we get up to sometimes!