Chicago!

Just like last year, Mr Eff organised tickets for the NFL game played at Wembley. Due to his ridiculously overbooked schedule, he wsa in fact in Poland when the game was on, so me, Stefan, and some Americans he met on the bus went instead.

Truly peculiar game, american football. A bit like the bastard child of league and AFL. But the most important man on the field is the guy with the orange gloves.

In other news, Alix popped along to the NCT nearly new sale to score some Mouse and Snuffalupagus goodies. Her Mouseness and I kicked a beach ball around in the park while we waited. An old lady thought Emily was adorable. I had to agree.



Afterwards we retired to the spacious Chiswick Starbucks (with lots of sofas and kids toy area - do these guys know their market or what!) for coffee and cake.



Emily thought that was pretty good too. Or at least she thought her smoothie was yummy, and she got to show off her lid-putting-on skills.