We went to chawton. The kids like the playground, they're not intrested in jane Austen. Jim is, but he's not intrested in seeing the house again. So we did the sensible thing and ditched the lot of them in the playground and enjoyed the activities by ourselves.

We made lavender sachets (stink bombs, the nut called them), wrote (obscenities in my case) with
Quill pens and dressed up. Like I said, if grown ups weren't meNt to have a go, the clothes would be smaller, right.

This is Sam doing the classic pondering about novels but accidentally swearing by the window shot. Wearing a dress we couldn't quite figure out how to wear which was almost certainly made out of a curtain.