Doesn’t this just look like the best day? I left Alex with my parents and took William with my sister and her boy to Margate for a day out. Fair play, I thought the Tate was a load of guff, too, but the big wet cloud of misery was carried along with us through pizza at the excellent GB Pizza and through the 2p machines (at which both W and his cousin showed an inate skill at) and on to an ice cream parlour at Herne Bay. I even put a quid on the ride on machine thing at the arcade and I NEVER submit to those.
William was resolutely miserable.
The pinnacle of the 24 hours was when Alex was awake and whinging from 2.30AM until 5. God love my mum who came and took him away from me at 4.30. I think she heard me sobbing and took pity. She’s ace.