Friday was a funny sort of day, not the fun funny, just funny. We had to get my husband to a hospital appointment first thing. We just about made it in time. Hospital waiting rooms are great for kids as they nearly always have books, those wonderful wooden bead maze toys and fish. Mr F was delighted. We said hello to the fish. Fish aren't very sociable are they? Then he settled himself at the wooden bead maze table and that's where he stayed.

Daddy went off for his appointment and Mr F stayed happily playing trains with the beads. Of course he did greet anyone entering the waiting room, with "where's Daddy?" which I would accompany with a little shrug and a strained smile, and that 'isn't he sweet' look! When Daddy came back, we said goodbye to the fish (they still weren't in a chatty mood) and off we went with a little chorus of goodbyes from the waiting room.

We went into town and sat in the NY coffee shop (it's the Peter Andre one) for some cappucino's and juice. We go here because they do good cappucino, they're friendly and they have a little play corner for kids, which is the best bit. Mr F knows it well enough now to ask to take his shoes off and then he's away. There's a little people garage and cars (and a fire engine!), some blocks, a couple of little desks and books. It's ideal for a coffee break where you can actually relax and have a half decent conversation as Mr F is playing happily in the corner. 

The only time that this doesn't work out (which is quite often) is when another child enters the play area (how dare they?!) as then Mr F turns into a total wimp and creeps past them and slopes over to our table, throwing backward glances all the while. As soon as the conquering child has left the play area, my brave little soldier is straight back in there! We have the same trouble at the playground and the softplay places!

Is it because he's an only child? (though he does go to pre-school and before that he used to go to nursery so he's used to being with and playing with other children) so I'm not going to analyse this behaviour any more. No, no, no. Ok, later I will, probably over a glass of wine!

On the way back to the car we stopped off at the little book stall that's sometimes there and sometime not. And we found 2 new Ladybird books, The Little Blue Tractor and The Forgetful Little Fireman. We've a little collection of The Little Ladybird books. They're great at bedtime.

Not much to say about the afternoon as Mr F had a good long snooze on the sofa thanks to Wimbledon on the tv. I love tennis! xx