Yesterday me and Tilly and Mummy went to a newly built place called KidZania. KidZania is where the kids are in charge, the kids are policemen and journalists, the kids are this and that and this and that… First me and Tilly were policemen which went out to the KidZanian streets with Walkie-Talkies, telling people not to run and not to litter or steal Kidzos (money) from KidZanians.
We were journalists too, writing about Lucy Smith and her eight babies. We were also surgeons on Lucy Smith, and hotel receptionists, smoothie-makers and beauticians.
And we were mid-wives, which was the best thing there, where we fed, named, washed and dressed our babies. I recommend it highly to you, Niamh! (Niamh is my friend).
With our Kidzos, we queued and got some tattoos by the Kidzanian tattoo-artist. I got three snowflakes, and Tilly got a Chinese cray-fish that turns into a dragon. We also saw David Beckham!
After it finished, we went around the shopping centre trying bamboo tea and ate slices of minty cake – but, half-ruining the entire day, I lost Ben the Bear in Debenhams, and I won’t ever be able to get him back until after the two sleepovers coming up with Nanny and one with my friend Liv-Astrid – 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁
