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Yesterday went incredibly badly up to a point, and then a mutual decision was taken that it wasn't going to go badly any more, and we went to Battersea Park.
This turned out to be the right idea. We found a charity initiative who use gardening to improve people's wellbeing, who were selling tomato plants for 50p (I think we should have bought one but Jess didn't want to carry it). They also had a lot of poppies:
We went up to the river, which was at low tide, and I climbed around on some benches:
Unusual outfit brought to you by a combination of heat and a series of unfortunate events involving me suddenly not having any clothing I liked. The resolution of this will come later when I have a serious inventory of my clothing and hopefully chuck a lot of it.
We then went to the Children's Zoo in Battersea Park which is a charming little collection of the standard "we are a very small zoo" animals and a lot of play areas. We were definitely the only unaccompanied adults there but as Jess had bought me an ice-cream for the express purpose of making me stop crying I think it's possible I qualified as the child.
Spotted a Comma (type of butterfly) in the butterfly garden, which was not one of the butterfly types they'd listed in the hut (Peacock, Red Admiral, Clouded Orange, Painted Lady, Small Tortoiseshell, Green-Veined White, Common Blue, Purple Hairstreak, Brimstone, Orange-Tipped White, and Swallowtail were the ones they listed... I thought it was a little odd they didn't list any of the Fritillaries either).
Many animal adventures. Jess began doing an experiment with various beasties to see what they would do when confronted with their reflection in her aviator shades: the emus got ready to attack it, the capuchin monkey ignored it, the African grey parrot bobbed his head with interest, and the squirrel monkey tried to steal her glasses.
Possible highlight beside the monkeys was the mouse house, which was full of different rodents and small reptiles.
Harvest mice are unbearably tiny. The Zebra finches also put on a show of why I should have ten of them right the fuck now thank you.
We headed for the Peace Pagoda, which turned out to be having some kind of Buddhist Arts festival thing, which largely meant bad coordinated dancing to C-Pop, some ladies in Indian and Thai traditional costume, and free food & drink. Including an extremely spicy sandwich. Hurrah.
We walked back through the fountains, I had another ice-cream because fuck you, that's why, and slowly we came home. Definitely the right choice, but a little shit that before this I apparently really HAD to reduce the entire front of my body to gaping razor wounds and was not exactly at my most stable. Hey, and indeed ho.
This turned out to be the right idea. We found a charity initiative who use gardening to improve people's wellbeing, who were selling tomato plants for 50p (I think we should have bought one but Jess didn't want to carry it). They also had a lot of poppies:
We went up to the river, which was at low tide, and I climbed around on some benches:
Unusual outfit brought to you by a combination of heat and a series of unfortunate events involving me suddenly not having any clothing I liked. The resolution of this will come later when I have a serious inventory of my clothing and hopefully chuck a lot of it.
We then went to the Children's Zoo in Battersea Park which is a charming little collection of the standard "we are a very small zoo" animals and a lot of play areas. We were definitely the only unaccompanied adults there but as Jess had bought me an ice-cream for the express purpose of making me stop crying I think it's possible I qualified as the child.
Spotted a Comma (type of butterfly) in the butterfly garden, which was not one of the butterfly types they'd listed in the hut (Peacock, Red Admiral, Clouded Orange, Painted Lady, Small Tortoiseshell, Green-Veined White, Common Blue, Purple Hairstreak, Brimstone, Orange-Tipped White, and Swallowtail were the ones they listed... I thought it was a little odd they didn't list any of the Fritillaries either).
Many animal adventures. Jess began doing an experiment with various beasties to see what they would do when confronted with their reflection in her aviator shades: the emus got ready to attack it, the capuchin monkey ignored it, the African grey parrot bobbed his head with interest, and the squirrel monkey tried to steal her glasses.
Possible highlight beside the monkeys was the mouse house, which was full of different rodents and small reptiles.
Harvest mice are unbearably tiny. The Zebra finches also put on a show of why I should have ten of them right the fuck now thank you.
We headed for the Peace Pagoda, which turned out to be having some kind of Buddhist Arts festival thing, which largely meant bad coordinated dancing to C-Pop, some ladies in Indian and Thai traditional costume, and free food & drink. Including an extremely spicy sandwich. Hurrah.
We walked back through the fountains, I had another ice-cream because fuck you, that's why, and slowly we came home. Definitely the right choice, but a little shit that before this I apparently really HAD to reduce the entire front of my body to gaping razor wounds and was not exactly at my most stable. Hey, and indeed ho.