Last week was hard work. I was prepping for my next conference, getting messed about by one client, and chasing an invoice with another that they hadn't processed because they gave me the wrong information in the Work Order. A freelancer's lot is not a happy one.
On top of which, two of the grandchildren ended up on oxygen in hospital, and we had the other two to stay. Unfortunately, the youngest is teething, so sleep was a luxury.
Having endured the joys of taking a five-year-old to make a choice of birthday present in a toy superstore (4,000 steps trying to keep up with him) and retail park McD's, the weekend brought those words I dread: Soft Play.
As it happens, though, one of our best local soft play attractions is also the location of the Amerton Railway. Needless to say, my attempts to sneak off to have a look around were thwarted, but I did manage to quickly grab some photos,
It seems to be a friendly line, and a friend of a friend is trying to arrange a private visit for a few of us, so I will be back.
And if you have to go to a soft play area then Amerton Farm isn't a bad one. The cafe does quite acceptable chips.
