We caught the bus to the end of the line. Found Houndslow East. The tube is actually making sense if you stare at it for hours and plot tirelessly not to get lost. And If you do, don't admit it or a six year old will consistently ask at each stop "Are You SURE we're not supposed to get out here" while you're eight year old will tell you how much "getting lost freaks me out" over and over and..
Anyhow it was only one wrong stop.
We trundled up to Kensington park. Found the playground and spent five hours there. That's right, that's how we roll on vacation. Extreme play grounding. Have to tell you it totally rocked.
Beautiful huge pirate ship, tons of greenery all around. Teepees. A flowing stream, slides all enclosed.
Did I know it was all enclosed? No, not until I lost sight of the two of them and started looking like a crazy person calling their names. Finally a mom next to me told me it was all enclosed. Went up to the front booth, and I quote "they're on the playground".
She was right.
Took me another 3 minutes to find them (longest three minutes of. My. Life). They were in the hull of the ship happy as clams. I was so relieved and vowed to have them tattooed with my cell phone #.
Mom and Jen tried to meet us but they wouldn't let them in the park with out kids. We came out and I lent them mine. (Check for moms email about their day.) I got 10 minutes of peace. Of course I got fleeced at the carrousel again but it was worth getting the kids out of the park with out a fight. And again, what's with the speed? They're blurry because they're in warp drive.
Made it home safely, missed being in the front 4 cars.. Missed our stop. Which set off a peel of "where the heck are we.. Are we lost AGAIN?" Holy mole I am tired.
And so it goes. Dennis just walked through the door. Happy to have him home. He's happy to be in a cool house.
Love from abroad,
Sarah
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