Caterpillar

Boy had a bad night last night so we did too. A tired home is not really ever a happy one so today has been long.

We did manage to get out for lunch and we finally relented at letting the little ones go on the catapillar. After the initial slide into its guts Boy lost his excitement with it and felt a bit trapped. The lad running it went in to fish him out and then let me on with him for another go, but by this time he had had enough with still a good eight minutes of his allotted ten minutes left to play.

There was no stopping Girl though and she charged around the inflatable insect. She even managed to get a few extra minutes on there ( I think this was a bit of a rebate from Boys go)

The rest of the day was spent watching programmes about the queen and answering all of girls questions about the royals, most of which she didn't really understand. She did however, pick a fovourite, and decided from the old film footage that Princess Margaret was her best.