So bad I went there twice!

First time the boys were mid-teenagers and slightly excited. Especially about the shrunken heads room (weirdos)

Second time was about 3 years later and they yawned all the way round but Nan and Grandad wanted to visit.

This was the time that my suitcase was crammed so full with a huge Elmo (that we’d bought in the massive toy shop in Times Square for the dog) that I had to sit my fat behind on the lid in order to do the zip up.

Elmo is still here. A bit battered and truly disgusting because I have to fight a madly possessive and paternal 7 stone German Shepherd every time I try and sneak the smelly teddy into the washing machine!!!

Say Howdy, Elmo :o)