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After a crappy night's sleep due to some weird twingy sinus thing, there was only one thing for it: a trip to the zoo. Well, I figured (after my third cup of tea) that there was going to be no Getting Stuff Done today. And if we stayed at home I'd just end up getting grumpy and snappy. So we packed a picnic and headed off, just in time for little man to have a nap on the way there.

Of course, due to the universal laws of toddlerdom little man was most impressed by the ducks. Especially when they waddled under our picnic bench looking for oatcake crumbs (it was a very cobbled-together picnic). Never mind the 14ft giraffe munching twigs just yards away. No, let's do duck signs and start quacking (go on, you know you want to). Fortunately, it's very easy to stick to a diet when you're at Chester Zoo because the catering is so dire you're unlikely to want to buy food there. Little man enjoyed the plastic replicas of rainforest crops though.

I only took the hip seat, expecting little man to do some walking. Of course, due to said universal laws, the day you have no sling with you is the day they want to be carried everywhere. So I can confirm that the hip seat digs in after a few hours. The only time he wanted to walk was when he saw a puddle. A word he can now say passably well, but no wellies means no puddles, in my opinion.

Despite not walking much, the whole experience apparently tired little man out. Not even the gentle tones of Green Day at full volume could keep him awake on the way home. Now we're just watching the end of Waybuloo and he's showing no signs of being ready for bed.