Today was all about the birthday boy. Indoor playground, bunch of friends and family, and a massive table shaped like a pirate ship. Eat your heart out Ikea.
Somehow Manchester, England, is claiming the first public access playground. We’ve come along way in 155 years.
Your average playground is no longer a bunch of semi-lethal equipment in a park, waiting to either burn you in the hot sun or give you a splinter or two. Today we have high-tech indoor playgrounds, brightly coloured cubic cities linked by tunnels and bridges.
And everything is padded.
Combined with a sugar-laced lunch, they are high adrenalin zones.
But most importantly a chance for parents, who cross paths all week with time for nothing more than a brief “Hi!”, can now catch up for a lengthy chat as their kin run riot with the air-powered nerf ball cannons.
If anyone knows of one of these in Sydney with an actual Barista, please leave me a comment!