A long walk to the Big Playground, which is in one of the city’s big gardens beside the Museum, where the grass is as patchy as it is everywhere else in Melbourne but there’s more and newer play equipment than elsewhere.

Then it was home to do lots and lots of cooking to get through the week (because toddlers get all sqwaky in the evening so dinner needs to be as quick as possible) and a friend visited with her bunny and guinea pig. The kid was pretty chicken at first, but he recovered to be very brave.

When they went back into their travel cage.  He was fascinated by the creatures eating celery leaves, and he’s learned how all that manure is produced for our garden.