Playing catch up….
Soft play is a misnomer
It really tests your mettle
A sea of screaming offspring
Make you reach for the gin not the kettle
My boys seem to love it
They’re having a ball
They shriek as they fly by
Then stumble and fall
Soft play is a trial
That much is true
So thank god there’s free wifi
And the tea’s not bad too
Am off to soft play tomorrow. There is no wifi there. Or gin. Or hope, apparently…
Two words. Hip flask. Enjoy!