- The best minds of Tate Britain’s visitor services staff asked the kids various creative questions about Barry Flanagen’s 4 casb 2 ‘67. To which they got staccato, giggled responses from the Baddland kids while other younger kids kept pushing and moving the art around. Most of the staff were quite stressed. This felt like an art piece in itself.
- Lizzy and I went for a date night at Big Jo, a subsidiary/bakery of Jolene restaurant in Newington Green. We got soaked on the way and I didn't take a rain coat and had to walk under shop awnings/petrol station forecourts yet failed to keep dry. The food was pretentious enough that you know it’s a date, without being too pretentious and trying too hard to impress. They gave us a loaf of bread to take home. Company was obviously excellent. 8/10
- One day this week we had to split childcare and I took the eldest to one of the many gentrifying cafes in Tottenham. I worked and she wrote phrases in hieroglyphics and asked me to translate them while I punched out a pitch deck for 1.7mil euros in funding.
- The eldest has been ill with a throat infection that peaked on the day we were meant to travel to puglia, italy for a week. Turns out we’re the sort of parents that are now in italy but are disappointed in themselves for not delaying the flight and allowing recovery time.
- We’ve instigated the tried and tested Baddland traditional holiday rule Day 1: Do not dare go anywhere. Breathe. Take your shoes off, walk around your holiday gaff, go on a saunter or run from your temporary home. Read. Sit. Etc.