A couple of years ago, shortly after leaving my previous company in the City of London to work on my golf handicap*, there was an Inset day at the school where my son Harry was in the nursery. After my last attempt at “daddy day-care” when I accidentally dropped him in the sea, I was under orders from my wife to be more careful this time. I decided we should go to the zoo. Everyone loves the zoo and what can go wrong?
We had a great time: pulling faces at the monkeys; feeding the goats; making noises like lions; walking like penguins and so on. To top it all, there was a huge playground and a coffee stand. “Perfect” I thought, he can burn off some energy while I grab a coffee and relax for a while.