In the event, Turnip said he would be ok going to the open day. I explained what FW was about and he looked a little dubious but was still up for it, even given the knowledge that he would likely be the youngest person there. "Get in !" I thought - I was still going to the open day; Mrs Z was quite prepared to wave us off.
But in the event, his declaration that he wasn't willing to get up before noon scuppered it. With the benefit of a few seconds of hindsight - it's possibly a good thing. Sometimes my nephew and I get on really well and sometimes I just do not 'get him' at all. So it's possibly good that there were no falling out's this past weekend. And I suspect that forcing him out of bed five hours early and then putting him in that situation might well have resulted in some degree of truculence.
A win for sense and sensibility; and possibly saved me a few quid too.
|An old bit of Warwick Castle (the mound, not the stone work)|
What did we do ? Well, on Saturday we went to Warwick Castle. Which is not quite a theme park, but is definitely not being run along English Heritage/National Trust lines. There is quite a lot to keep small people interested. It's a bit overwhelming to someone brought up on the Norman castles of North Wales; and at £30 per head for tickets including the dungeon, merlin and princess "experiences", it isn't cheap. But it did keep him out of his i-pad for the whole time we were there.
|Turning wicked uncle Z into a frog - Mrs Z does not too unhappy about that. Harumph.|