If, like me, the thought of going to the park fills you with a quiet dread because you know you’ll be sitting on a damp wall listening to 40 children simultaneously screech “MUM LOOK AT MEEEE”, then you’ll do anything to avoid it, including creating a mini park in your own backyard where you can sit and drink tea and watch your kids play.
I mean, kids love the park and it eats up an hour or two of your day which is, quite frankly, my primary goal when I wave goodbye to my husband in the morning (the days are long but the years are short etc etc etc) but getting in the car does my head in and I invariably attract a lone woman who may or may not have a child playing in the park but definitely does need to share horribly intimate details of her life with me and only me, no matter how desperately I try to make eye contact with the other mums who refuse to rescue me #iwillremember #youwillpay
But I’m not a monster. My kids are allowed to play. I’d just prefer to not have to put on non-elasticised pants if at all possible, so I had to come up with my own play equipment.
