Peppa Mania, Being Mummy Pig and Bratty Next Door Diners

To say my kids love Peppa Pig is an understatement.  Peppa Pig is a British cartoon about a family of pigs.  The main character is a pig named Peppa (duh).  The episodes are short and show some sort of life lessons. I don’t hate it. 
 

Doodlebug and Peanut say Peppa Pig is “their favorite”.  It is all they ever want to watch, and amazingly, they both agree on this.  Unity in TV viewing never existed in our house before Peppa rolled in.  Based on that alone, I am okay with the Peppa love we have going on over here.  The kids are cray cray crazy for Peppa.  They talk about going to Peppa’s house and her being their friend. 

I started looking at Peppa stuff online.  Doodlebug has a birthday soon and I thought I’d look for some “non girly” Peppaphanalia.  What did I find?  Peppa Pig World!  Yes, really. 

An easy three hour drive south of us Peppa Pig World (PPW from here on out, people) is inside Paulson’s Family Fun Park (near Salisbury).  We decided on short notice to go, although looking back, we should used it more as a dangling carrot.  Oh, the mileage I could have gotten from “stop that now or no Peppa’s house”. 

We booked a hotel in the burbs of Salisbury, threw a few things in a bag and loaded up.  We have done a few road trips with the boys and our rule is to sleep over if the drive is more than 2 hours each way.    

Picking up and going for a weekend with the boys has been surprisingly easy.  Simple rules: snacks + electronic entertainment = occupied kids = happy hubs in the driver’s seat.  Not fool-proof but close. 

We got to PPW at 1:30 PM.  The rides close at 5:30, so we thought that was plenty of time.  Although they usually snooze in the car, they didn’t on this trip.  They were grouchy later but it was worth it.  For the 4 of us, it cost about $70, which I thought was a lot (boys were free).  When we went in the park, we learned that Peppa and George (Peppa’s little bro) would be making a personal appearance at Madame Gazelle’s Schoolhouse in an hour’s time.  We decided to check out the 4D show while we waited.  We queued up with about a gazillion Brownies (the little girl kind).  I guess it was Brownie day - they were EVERYWHERE.  No matter what we did, the hoard of little girls surrounded us.  One little snot elbowed me and hit Peanut in the head with her backpack in the race to get a seat.  I’m sure it wasn’t on purpose, so I refrained from tripping her.

The 4D show was great – a newer cinema with lots of special effects.  Doodlebug loved it and laughed his head off.  Peanut, not so much.  He hopped on my lap after the first 30 seconds.  No requests to leave, but he held on pretty tight. 

We got to Madame Gazelle’s Schoolhouse early and got prime real estate.  Peppa and George (think big fuzzy Disney characters) came out and did the things big fuzzy cartoon characters do.  Doodlebug went nuts and wanted as close to the action as possible.  Peanut wanted the hell out of there.  Once he hung back and watched the other kids hug and high five the giant fuzzy pigs, he got brave enough to give George a hug, pat his nose and say “George, my best friend”.  It was really cute. 

Doodlebug Zack and I with Peppa (Michelle, this is for you!) 

Peanut being brave enough to touch George Pig's nose - this was a pretty big deal for him.  He is very timid with this sort of stuff and after hanging back for a bit, he decided he wanted to approach the big fuzzy animals. 

Family of Pigs

 

 

We spent the rest of the afternoon riding kiddie rides.  My favorite was this really weird dinosaur ride:

This isn’t us; I found this pic online.  This was a photo ride, but the collection point was so hosed up  & we didn’t see our picture.  It was great fun, but this would never fly in the USA.  No belts or straps to hold the riders on this slippery plastic dino.  Not that it’s high up or very fast, but still…I couldn’t help but wonder how many kids slide off daily.  You can't tell from the picture, but the ride rocks back & forth.  I didn’t get the connection between the garden plots and volcanos that made up the background scenery.  “Big Bang Theory” meets “Green Acres”.  Weird, but in a good way. 

I could have gone crazy shopping in the Peppa store and probably would have if Hubs hadn’t been there.  He doesn’t give me a hard time about retail love but I buy less stuff if my purchases are immediately visible – yes, I bring my bags in when he’s occupied and yes, I say: “oh this?  Bought it ages ago, hon.” Like no one else does that. 

I got the boys little beanie baby George Pig toys (Peppa looked too much like a doll and Hubs would have freaked), a puzzle, bath toys, a book, and “George Pig” undies (way cute).  They have a whole line of boy’s clothes that was seriously delicious and I had trouble restraining myself.  I did not, however, have difficulty passing up the hot pink tee sporting the phrase “Mummy Pig.”  Doodlebug called me that one time and I did not react well. There was a “Yummy Mummy” nightie but it had a giant silk screen pig face…well, I just couldn’t.   I might be a yummy mummy, but the pig face?  Uh, no. 

The boys were predictably devastated when we had to leave.  They cried all the way to the car.  Peppa Pig World – success. 

 

Here is the website:
http://peppapigworld.co.uk/
For those living in my neck of the woods, I am not sure I’d make the drive for this alone if your kids aren’t Peppa fans.  There are other amusement parks closer but there is a wealth of things to do in the Salisbury area and it is one of the prettier areas of England I’ve been in. 

We drove to our planned stop for the night in the burbs of Salisbury.  We stayed at a Premier Inn, which is probably slightly less fancy than Holiday Inn Express.  It was a typical middle class hotel – clean and reasonably comfortable.  We dropped our bags off and went to the pub next door to grab dinner. 

In England, most pubs (short for public house) serve food, just in case you have a mental picture of Hubs and I hanging out at the bar with the littles.  Most have dining areas separate from the bar and many have “family hours” or “family sections”.  Most pubs have typical English fare (fish and chips, steak and ale pie, sausage and mash).

We were seated next to THE WORST KIDS EVER.  Our table for 4 was in an alcove with a windowed partition between our table and the next.  There was a group of  8 people seated next to us which included 2 kids – I’d guess them to be about 5.  The kids took turns running in to our area, banging on the window and yelling.  The first time, I thought “no big deal…kids do that sort of stuff”.  I full expected the adults on the other side of the window to give those kids the what for. 

Nope.  I could plainly see the adults noticed…but they didn’t react.  This was a nice place.  On terms that most of the people who read my blog can relate to, it was Olive Garden nice.  

My kids are well behaved in a restaurant.  Yes, we normally feed them a snack before we go out, and yes, we let them play with their tablets while we wait.  We don’t go out to eat a ton, but  often enough so they understand the difference between a sit down restaurant and McD’s.  My little overstimulated and undernapped angels were watching these beasts running around our table with interest.  They were sitting quietly with their tablets and juice boxes, but I could see the wheels turning in their heads. 

I did what most of you would do:  I gave our neighbors the head nod toward their little darlings…“hello…do you see where your kids are”  A polite, nonverbal “your kid is in my space”.  Crickets.  Me being me, I addressed the child.  “Little boy, go back to your table”.  I guess I was speaking Martian because he carried on beating the now slimy fingerprinted glass between our tables.  The parents could not have been less interested. 

Rather than get in to an “excuse me, control your kid” pissing match with a group that looked like they belonged on Jersey Shore UK style, we asked our server to move us and she did.  I don’t recall ever requesting to move tables because of another diner causing a disturbance – and certainly not while dining with young kids myself.  I am generally very tolerant of children.  I have active boys and while they are well behaved (most of the time) in public, they are not perfect.  They are frequently loud.  Sometimes they whine and spill stuff. Shocking. 

These kids were beasts.  Snookie and The Situation should have stuck with the UK equivalent of Chuck E. Cheese (whatever that might be).  We passed their table on the way to the potty (they had left) and it looked like a war zone.    

Delish dinner – I had salmon risotto, Hubs had chicken mushroom pie and the boys had spaghetti.  We are all starving and enjoyed the meal.  We ordered strawberry sundaes for desert.  We got vanilla ice cream with 3 ramekins of toppings ranging from sprinkles to bits of really yummy dark chocolate (but not a strawberry in sight). 

We tucked in to our hotel room.  Peanut crashed right away while Doodles laughed his head off at a British comedian on TV.  This guy was seriously not funny but every time he heard the canned laughter, Doodles would go NUTS. 

After breakfast the next day (super delish with veggie sausage, even!) we visited Salisbury Cathedral, which I enjoyed.  I would not recommend it with two little dudes who want to run and climb all over everything.  Just sayin’. Hubs was off taking pictures and I stopped to admire some stained glass…I looked up and the boys were trying to climb on some long-dead bishop’s tomb.  We saw a copy of the Magna Carta, zealously guarded by an old guy wearing a green “I’m a volunteer” sash.  He was clearly there to enforce the “no photography” rule.  I was so tempted to whip out the camera – I could have taken him. Fo Sho. 

 

The boys slept most of the way home.  We stopped for Papa John’s pizza, which I haven’t had in over 3 years.  It was expensive, but pretty darn tasty. Mmmm. 

Our trip to the Salisbury area was short, but there is a lot to do in that general area.  A longer, more extensively planned trip would be a lot of fun.  Our time in the UK is getting short, but I’d definitely jump on the chance to go back to this neck of the woods again.  Oh, and I didn’t see Salisbury steak on the dinner menu.  It was Salisbury and they did have steak, but not the hamburger with onions and gravy stuff.  Maybe next time.

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