back then

The rented top-floor flat we lived in for a few months in between our leftover shared flats and the one we bought and lived in for a decade was small but possibly slightly larger than the one we bought, but would still have been an interesting place to attempt to wrangle a wingpiglet, though the vast playpark and accompanying Meadows the throw of a stone from the windows just behind the boy's head would have been handy.

I only needed to pop to one shop to swap an item of clothings but as Edgar did his usual thing of falling asleep a couple of minutes along the road I trundled around for over an hour but still had to wake him up after chaining up. He was pleasingly well-behaved in the post-shop café and only slightly whined when we rode past two adequate playparks between the café and the eventual big playpark. It's possibly worth trying to remember to bring a bucket the next time we go to it as the chained-up scoops are slightly unwieldy.