All of a Jumpingness

Full full full day today. Into the city, where I bought a pair of Merrell Vapor Gloves. Because of reasons.

Then on the monorail to meet some friends and their two young boys for a trip to the Powerhouse museum and the Wallace and Gromit exhibition. Not just displays; it had a surprisingly large amount of interactive stuff for the kids to play with. We then went and looked at steam engines, cars, and space stuff.

Well, ok: the kids ran around completely bonkers from one thing to the next every 2.3 seconds, while we tried - and failed - to actually take in anything.

Then we wandered back along through Darling Harbour to Cyren for lunch. On the way, there was jumping to be done - as seen in this photo (and larger here). All was good until the young master and one of our friends' boys had a wantingness for the same stepping stone. Rather than my lad waiting till young H vacated said stone, and then embarked on his own journey, they tried to push around past each other, with, predictably, things becoming all of a splashingness and a wailingness.

And a buying-dry-clothesingness...

Anyway...

The manic monsters are now of a sleepingness, so I am of a mind to be of a readingness, of the Feast for Crows variety.