After a week's absence, a week spent fulfilling the lifelong dreams of my children at Disneyland Paris, I'm back to the blog.Our few days at Disney have been truly out of this world and into the Wonderful World of Walt Disney. The Disney dream offers a masterpiece of hospitality management set amid a somewhat shocking shopping experience more akin to retail catharsis than retail therapy.
A maelstrom of Mickeyabilia assaults you at every turn; a challenge to the credit card of the emotionally-blackmailed parent faced with the yearnings of a 10-year-old, love-struck for a pair of Pluto slippers. And so it is that I find myself emptying my suitcase of a plethora of logo'd fluffy toys, key rings, phone charms, soaps, Minnie Mouse ears, autograph books (compleat with autographs of a dozen or more cartoon characters, queued for at length) and a Mickey Mouse-shaped baking tin.
That said, the girls and I have had a marvellous time; the reality of daily life left behind, we threw ourselves into the spirit of a primary-coloured world, a smiling, sugary sweet existence where childhood fantasies were brought to life.
Upon return to the grey dullness of a mid-England Saturday we heaved a sigh of blessed relief. A great time had been had by all and a wealth of happy memories gained, but thank goodness for the comfort of autumn colours, for shades of green other than emerald, for grey-blue skies in place of Disney-turquoise, for tomatoes instead of ketchup.
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