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Aug. 11th, 2007 08:40 pmSmall "You can tell they aren't the ones we're looking for because they don't have nipples."
We have been to the Antony Gormley exhibition, and it was v. good. A bit of a shock to the system after weeks and weeks of looking at crashed Formula 1 cars in the Science Museum and doing Art Trolley activities in the Tate, and planning DLR trip to Greenwich and Romney Hythe and Dymchurch Railway trips (and even our recent dirty weekend in Suffolk where Sutton Hoo was having a Living History day), to do some unashamedly adult-biassed culture, just because it was what we wanted to do. Fortunately the kids enjoyed it too, and Tiny didn't eat too many of the lead bullets or impale himself of any of the spiky bits, and Small didn't manage to lose herself too badly in the population of Malmo, or get actually thrown out for running around. Dead accessible, and the queues were manageable (I went in the fog box, which was completely horrible but thought provoking, none of the others did, but they stood on the outside and watched me feeling my way towards their wall like a zombie which was equally entertaining without the grim dread bit). If you're going nextweekend though I would recommend prebooking and getting there either early or late or lunchtime if you don't like queuing. The Blink-y statues on the roofs are more excellent in context, and I think fulfilled the bit of their stated purpose which was to make you look at the cityscape in a new way.
Next cultural challenge is to work out which of the seventeen different ways of buying Legoland tickets is least likely to bankrupt us.
And the best thing that Tiny has said ever was first thing this morning.
"I NEED TO GO TO THE TOILET IMMENDIANTLY!" And he did get there in time, hurrah for Tiny (but then disgraced himself in Pizza Express at lunchtime, but fortunately their acoustically painful shiny surfaces have an easy-to-clean upside).
And I have Freecycled with immense success - the NCT Nearly New Sales now have new hanging rails (we may still want yours![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bibliogirl I'll get right back to you I promise) and a nice heavily pregnant woman has Small's old "pramette" pushchair - it was the height of fashion when we bought it, but five years later I felt the need to apologise for it not being seven hundred pounds worth of Bugaboo - they seemed very happy with it though, especially as we threw in a bag of nursery rhyme books otherwise headed for charity shop and 300 cotton wool balls we no longer need for nappy changing.
We have been to the Antony Gormley exhibition, and it was v. good. A bit of a shock to the system after weeks and weeks of looking at crashed Formula 1 cars in the Science Museum and doing Art Trolley activities in the Tate, and planning DLR trip to Greenwich and Romney Hythe and Dymchurch Railway trips (and even our recent dirty weekend in Suffolk where Sutton Hoo was having a Living History day), to do some unashamedly adult-biassed culture, just because it was what we wanted to do. Fortunately the kids enjoyed it too, and Tiny didn't eat too many of the lead bullets or impale himself of any of the spiky bits, and Small didn't manage to lose herself too badly in the population of Malmo, or get actually thrown out for running around. Dead accessible, and the queues were manageable (I went in the fog box, which was completely horrible but thought provoking, none of the others did, but they stood on the outside and watched me feeling my way towards their wall like a zombie which was equally entertaining without the grim dread bit). If you're going nextweekend though I would recommend prebooking and getting there either early or late or lunchtime if you don't like queuing. The Blink-y statues on the roofs are more excellent in context, and I think fulfilled the bit of their stated purpose which was to make you look at the cityscape in a new way.
Next cultural challenge is to work out which of the seventeen different ways of buying Legoland tickets is least likely to bankrupt us.
And the best thing that Tiny has said ever was first thing this morning.
"I NEED TO GO TO THE TOILET IMMENDIANTLY!" And he did get there in time, hurrah for Tiny (but then disgraced himself in Pizza Express at lunchtime, but fortunately their acoustically painful shiny surfaces have an easy-to-clean upside).
And I have Freecycled with immense success - the NCT Nearly New Sales now have new hanging rails (we may still want yours
bibliogirl I'll get right back to you I promise) and a nice heavily pregnant woman has Small's old "pramette" pushchair - it was the height of fashion when we bought it, but five years later I felt the need to apologise for it not being seven hundred pounds worth of Bugaboo - they seemed very happy with it though, especially as we threw in a bag of nursery rhyme books otherwise headed for charity shop and 300 cotton wool balls we no longer need for nappy changing.