First up was negotiating the tube to get to Kensington.
We had planned a whirlwind tour of the Natural History Museum, the V&A, the Science Museum before lunch! The tube was manic and I tried my hardest to stop A from panicking. He managed to drown out the noise with his iPod and headphones and I kept a hold of his arm.
He was mesmerised by the tube tunnel musicians that we encountered. The city centre in Edinburgh's equivalent is middle aged men in full regalia wheezing away on the bagpipes. We heard Billy Bragg, the Kinks and the Jam.
When we arrived in Kensington, we started at the Science Museum.
This was fine until A found a Red Arrows simulator and booked us tickets for a ride. We were flipped upside down and looped the loop and by the time it was finished, he was absolutely poor less at the quivering wreck I had become and that remained the most amusing event for the rest of the day. Our conversations were peppered with him exclaiming "oh my goodness, your face was hilarious!" and him chuckling away.
After this we went to the Natural History museum and A insisted that the first thing we did was to go and buy dinosaurs (in miniature) for our Miss B. She is a huge fan of them and was delighted when he presented her with them. The place, itself, was fantastic and we're looking forward to taking B when she is older.
After our whirlwind tour of the galleries and museums, we went for a walk through Hyde Park. A's papa (my father) is a huge Rolling Stones fan he regales us with tales of their gigs in his youth and for some reason this stuck with A.
We then visited the Royal Albert Hall and headed back to the Tube to get into the centre.
Once there, A was desperate to visit an underground breakdancing space called the Trocadero near Piccadilly. We went and he hung out with some other guys who were there to practice.
After this we headed to the New Era store in Regent Street where the staff were phenomenal with him. They showed him all of the exclusive caps and I came out with my purse significantly lighter than when I went in. He really is immersing himself in all things breakdancing.
After this we headed for Hamley's to get B another gift and A got to try out some magic tricks with a professional magician.
A was fascinated by this and we ordered a feast of dumplings and accompaniments and reflected on the day that had been.
We had one last stop before heading back to King's Cross.
Our OD loves doughnuts and a few years ago on my way back from Iran, I brought him home two dozen Krispy Kreme donuts. This is a bigger deal than you think because there are no franchises in Scotland and I think that the furthest North you can buy them is Manchester. A and I resolved to run up Oxford Street to Selfridges where they have a donut counter and ran the entire length (25 minutes) of the street to bag ourselves three dozen donuts!
Triumphantly wielding our donuts, we just about had enough time for a quick visit to platform 9 3/4 and then we were on our way home...
Tired? We certainly were!
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