"’Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesWhat's the most perfect thing you could be doing one hot summer evening in SE London? Sitting on beautiful lawns, surrounded by an ancient Palace on one side and rolling gardens on the other? Rug spread out groaning with goodies to eat and chilled pinot grigio to drink? Children laughing and happy, and about to be exposed to some fine, guilt-alleviating culture? (Husband also happy and beaming!)? Yes, well that's what we did last night.
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."
Alice from Alice through the the Looking Glass