We’ve spent the morning at the Royal armouries in Leeds, arriving via a quick stop off at Borders to buy a present for the birthday boy we were visiting with, and a graphic novel/ combination comic for Small. So I’ve just read Ultimate Fantastic Four: N-Zone v. 3 (Ultimate Fantastic Four)
(I think that’s volume 3 of Ultimate Fantastic Four btw, the book we’ve bought has 6 comics in it, so isn’t quite as expensive as it appears!)
Small didn’t enjoy the armouries, which surprised me rather. We’d been there about 20 minutes when he flung himself on the floor, wailing that he wanted to go home, and was pretty much (“that means yes, does it?”) inconsolable throughout a lunch break (apart from the couple of minutes he was stuffing chocolate bars down) and tours around, although he did enjoy watching St George (hurrah!) get armoured up to fight the dragon (boo!). I bumped into my last but one boss there as well, which was a little odd seeing him in civvies as it were, but I suppose these things happen.
Big went with our friends to watch the jousting while Small and I fetched his book from the car and retired to a local Starbucks to warm up. Then we gathered up Big and headed for home, so that Tim could head into hudds to pick up Lily although the kids haven’t clicked that’s where he’s gone. He just rung for directions which was amusing – I’m not sure that I’ve ever driven to the train station in Hudds, though I’ve been driven there loads of times, but with the aid of google maps, we got it sorted. However did we manage in the days before mobile phones and google? Perhaps town planners put up signs at that point!
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