In my opinion, the Easter school holidays should equal the beginning of spring: i.e the tentative disposal of knitwear and coats from my wardrobe, balmy mid-day sunshine, and perhaps not having to wear thermal long-johns out in public. WRONG. It's sodding cold, and even the animals at Longleat Safari Park thought so.
Yes, I know that I am 18- and perhaps I should act more like the legal adult that I really am. But honestly, what is wrong with a group of adult women attending a children's safari park for the day? Correct, nothing. Sometimes amid the stress of exams, UCAS applications, relationship-anxiety and maintaining a healthy work/social dynamic, some general idiocy is required.
So today, donned in our thickest socks, myself and 3 other like-minded half-wits clambered into my tiny car and obediently listened to Sheila the sat-nav as she guided us toward what was, effectively, a trip to the zoo. AND IT WAS FUN, OKAY? We looked at Lord Bath's phallic art work, saw the real ghost of Lady Louisa, held a large spider, rode a tiny train, complained at the stench of ferrets, lost each other in two consecutive mazes and I didn't run-over an antelope in the safari: success.
