"I'd like to go there", he said, many months ago.
I took no notice.
"We'd like to go there this week", said the young cousins.
So we went there.
Looks quite innocuous from the outside, doesn't it?
Inside is a vision of Hell.
The noise level was painful.
Pumping pop music so loud you could hardly hear yourself think.
Aisles so packed with people, it was difficult to see what was on display.
Exorbitant prices for chocolate.
As we were leaving, I asked The Boy Child if he had enjoyed it.
He said, "Please don't make me go there again."
Not much chance of that, I fear.