Wednesday in London

Wednesday was a much more sedate affair for us Boos. Which was good, given how much we packed into the first half of the week.

We headed off to Bethnal Green, where we were going to the Museum of Childhood to meet up with our friends Claire and Erin. We were slightly early and got to test the cake in the Benugo cafe in the amazing entrance space. The chocolate cake was lovely, but avoid the white chocolate and raspberry muffins. I thought they’d be deliciously moist. They were not. Still, I soldiered on.

We spent a wonderful couple of hours wandering the museum reminiscing about all the toys we had, and more importantly, all the toys we were not allowed to have and still harboured massive grudges about. General consensus was reached on the whole Play Doh Barber’s Shop issue, which it seemed everyone wanted and nobody had. Until I cracked and bought my own when I was 21 and old enough to do as I damn well pleased.

After exhausting what the museum had to offer and resisting everything in the shop, we fought our way down the high street to what looked like an amazing, old fashioned greasy spoon called E. Pelicci’s, which has apparently been run by the same family in the same spot since 1900. I was quite excited about the prospect of double egg and chips with bread and butter. Sadly it was not to be as they were closed for the entire holidays.

How very dare they?

We ended up in Nandos in sheer desperation. Luckily it was absolutely fine and everyone had a great time.

We took the children to the park for an hour after lunch, and then headed our respective ways.

The children and I decided we needed to be home in plenty of time for The Great British Bake Off, so on exiting the tube, we had a dig round the charity shops and delis of Highgate, before heading back to the house to tune the telly in.

After our weekly fix, we walked up to Muswell Hill and found a Turkish restaurant called Kilim. We were starving after watching ten people make countless delicious loaves, and totally allowed ourselves to be over served with just about everything, including felafel the size of hockey pucks and a mountain of houmous. The food is good, fresh and plentiful and I would advise you to order about half of what you think you might eat, and you’ll be bang on the money.

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