Didsbury’s Afternoon Delight
Philip Larkin once wrote “They F you up, your mum and dad.” He had never tried to conduct an in-depth, personally verifiable review of the food on offer whilst looking after two toddlers. Toddlers in a slight strip and confused that their park is awash with strange people.
So far I’ve managed a few slurps on a traffic light lolly (second hand). But as the phenomenal cost of twins on rides mounts up – the home cooked Indian foodhas eluded me and I haven’t snaffled so much as a burger as the first twenty has disappeared.
The Festival is as busy as ever. We had tickets for the VIP area of Pavillion Cafe but the throng is too much and there are Kardashian rumours.
There seems to be a more laid back feel to this year than usual. There is lots going on, plenty of old friends to nod to and there is still a Syrian Chicken Kebab with my name on it whist the Zumba goes on in the main arena.