My youngest has become very excited at the new portable bouncing playground that’s been installed at the western end of our street. Since its introduction, he’s had no desire to visit the swanky modern play zone in the park. Every school morning he rushes up the road and starts to bounce up and down, shrieking and laughing. Sometimes other kids join him. I’ve tried to explain to him that the portable bouncing playground is actually just a temporary installation and that it won’t be there for ever, but he doesn’t want to listen.
One afternoon last week, after I’d picked him up from school and was watching him have his regular bouncing session I overheard another parent complaining about the PBP.
“That old mattress has probably got fleas. Why doesn’t someone just take it to the recycling centre?”