Yes! The much anticipated, much requested and much requested trip to London to see Auntie Kirsten has happened. The boys were so excited they counted down the number of sleeps before seeing Kirst each night. We left Glossop bright and early on Saturday morning ad caught the train to Manchester, then popped straight on the train to London. Kieran made use of the toilet facilities on both trains, but only had the misfortune of one door being opened on him, poor soul. The boys were little angels on the way down, and positively raced up the platform to see Kirsten once we arrived at Euston station. Once in London we headed off to Kirst's sitting on the top of a double decker London bus. The boys were thrilled! We popped along to a little charity shop to see if they had books or games. There was nothing really that caught my eye. We then went to Bishops Park so the boys could have a play which they adored. They had a lovely water area which the boys wanted to play in but couldn't as we had not brought spare clothes. After galloping about the area and having a lovely time Kieran slid on the rainslick hummock and had a nasty fall so we trotted off for an ice-cream - which is when disaster struck! Kieran's melted too soon and and he subsided in a welter of despair and angst. After a grueling time he managed to walk home and popped the boys into a warm bath, where they were as happy as a box of birds. They had an early dinner then fought off the embrace of Morpheus's arms until nearly 10pm. Oy! Sunday was lovely. We popped onto another bus - the boys were in transports - and went to the Science Museum. They truly are their fathers sons! Hours we spent, observing many scientific principles in action, and having a wonderful time. Around 2:30 the boys energy levels plummeted like a stone and strolled off to a gift shop so they could choose a souvenir of London. Kieran chose a Guard bear and Cam a cup. After that we jumped on a bus and headed to Bishops Park. The boys pranced and ran ahead of us and veritably threw their clothes off to play in the sprinklers. They had a wonderful time. After quite a long time they became a little chilled so we dried them off and dressed them warmly and they swanned off to have a play on the equipment. Disaster struck as we were leaving when some silly moo struck Kieran's head a glancing blow when he gently bumped her son, standing on the bottom of the slide, and called him a stupid boy. Another, different ice-cream was then purchased to calm the poor lad, and we talked about the incident as we walked home so he could process it. Another bath was had once home, then dinner and games of cards. The boys slept better that night which was brilliant. Monday dawned wet - a steady constant stream of water from the sky. We wound up staying at Kirst's and watching kids shows. The train ride went well, the boys behaving themselves although we missed the Glossop train by 1 minute after I bought the boys a hot chocolate. We then scoured Piccadilly for something suitable for dinner as it was past 7pm and made our way to Burger King as the least objectionable of our choices. Arriving I could help but notice that Kirean had vanished in the last minute. We retraced our steps and found the wee morsel who had drifted off in the direction of the platform rather than BK. What a relief to finally get on the train ad into Glossop!
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