As mayhem/turmoil/insanity makes its annual appearance over the next six weeks, I’ve found a place where we can all find a little solitude.
I don’t blame kids for going crazy during the summer holidays.
For the past nine months they’ve been toeing the line and doing what they’re told (to a certain extent).
This is their time. A time for cutting loose and burning the candle at both ends from dawn until dusk, despite the financial and psychological cost to their parents.
But I’ve found a place where you can take your child and where it is the law to be calm, collected and more importantly, silent.
I took my daughter there today and we were surrounded by children slumped in chairs and lolloping on the floor reading books.
It was like stepping into a vacuum.
Even the little tyke rolling around the floor wrestling the stuffed crocodile chair sounded as if someone had switched him to mute.
It’s an oasis of literary tranquillity.