QYPE*

Today I procrastinated in style and, instead of writing my essay, I went to the playpark. I am now procrastinating further by writing about it. But that is not the point. The point is that it is THE BEST DAMN PLAYPARK EVER! From swings with comfy chairs attached, to climbing walls, to water-pump spirals, to very long speaky-tube things, it is just spectacular! Yeah, you're lured in by the flying fox (or should that be "zip wire" for all you crazy English folk?) but then a wealth of opportunities faces you: should you cycle on the tricycle circle or spin the hypnotic discs? Should you make clanger noises with the whistles or twirl around in the round-about-bucket? Simply amazing. Go. GO NOW!