Unexpectedly bad play date.

Harry had been looking forward to a play date with his best friend, Eleanor for weeks. Their friendship stems back to their nursery days, but they are now at different schools so play dates are rare and much relished.
Unfortunately Eleanor was pretty ill and so all activities were short lived and even a trip out to KidzAbout in Swindon was met with muted enthusiasm. I felt sorry for both of them. Harry was frustrated and bored. Eleanor just felt poorly. Somewhere along the way a cupboard door got two holes knocked into it. Cross mum; tearful Harry.
Meanwhile, the most perfect of sunny winter days was going by almost unnoticed.
Once Eleanor had gone, I made Harry come upfield for compulsory fresh air, sunshine and a run around.