“We’re going to the zoo, zoo, zoo,
How about you, you, you?
Won’t you come too, too, too?”

Yep, that what I did today. Popped to London Zoo with Rachel and Oliver to meet the families involved in the Counselling and Befriending Service and volunteer our services (Rachel and I are trained peer befrienders and volunteers). Needless to say, we weren’t needed, so the three of us hopped around the zoo alone quite happily.

One scathing comment. London Zoo had organised a “Special Children Day” for today, and I just felt like “how patronising can you get?”. How are disabled kids “special” just because they’re disabled? It’s like saying a black person is special because they’re black. What a load of bollocks. Ok, some of these kids have had to put up with a lot of shit throughout their lives, but the last thing they need is a bunch of do-gooders trying to make their lives “better”.

We saw giraffes, otters, tigers, boars, spiders (urrgh), and so on. Only problem was, a lot of cages or glass house things were empty, so it did kind of feel like you were going around the zoo to look at nothing. One thing I remember most was the otter pen. It was feeding time, and all these otters had a bite to eat, and then when the keeper went back in (apparently to get more food), they all tottered down to their little lake and then down this water chute into another little lake, scampering up into this little rock alcove. Then they must have heard the keeper calling, cos they all scampered back up the way they came to be greeted by dead mice, which they all quite happily started chomping on. The whole scene was just so cute.

It was quite a nice day out and nicest thing about it, it’s only about 30 minutes from the flat in Muswell Hill.