Date with a dalek

An unfortunate bi-product of local, or indeed any elections, is that many primary schools are used as polling stations. Today my answer to this was to take Dominic, Max and Madeleine to the Dr Who exhibition at the Museum of Science and Industry.

Isn't it amazing how one sentence can totally fail to express the true enormity of things. To be more explicit, I took a five year old, a four year old and a one year old in a pushchair on a train into the centre of Manchester, along to the museum, through the exhibition, into the cafe for lunch, round the hands-on bit, into the toilet several times, back through the Dr Who thing, along to the station up ramps and lifts again, back on the train, down the road and home - ALL BY MYSELF. I even managed to vote on the way home. At 6.30pm I put a bottle of white wine in the fridge and am reaping the benefit now.

Anyway, enough of my Homeric epic - what about the exhibition? Love Doctor Who and you would love this - lots of the real stuff from the recent series (plural). I liked the model of Big Ben that some space craft flew into and the boys loved the Dalek you could stand inside and shout exterminate through a voice changer. In fact they loved pretty much all of it, especially the dedicated Dr Who paraphernalia shop strategically placed so you couldn't get out without going right through the middle of it. Two t-shirts, two pairs of socks and some badges later......