Today, we took the kids to the soft play in Newport. I think this is one of the best soft play places we’ve been to – it’s clean, has a really obvious security policy and they actually take the kids’ shoes off them at the reception. Plus I like the coffee.
I’d spent quite a lot of the morning repeating “No telly! Go and play!” until I was sick of the sound of my own voice. So soft play seemed a good idea.
After soft play, we went into Newport to find a fish and chip restaurant that my husband had googled. It was there – but it was shut (as was almost everything else, it being Sunday). However, they were doing takeaway next door so we bought some of that.
I had something called “hess” which is a very meaty fish and is caught off the IoW. It was extremely delicious but, as wikipedia says that it can be lots of things, including the spiny dogfish, I think it is probably classed as red on the Good Fish Guide (which is an app on my phone) and I am therefore wreathed in guilt. I thought I was being good not ordering cod.
It was utterly freezing. I felt rather sorry for my husband as he had given our son his fleece to wear on top of his own. However, I had our daughter on my knee and was struggling to eat very much, to be honest. Somehow I managed, though, and so did the kids.
We had some chips left over, which we gave to the congregated pigeons and seagulls who I assume are there all the time. Afterwards (too late), we saw the sign “Do not feed the pigeons”. Never mind.