relatively generous

Keen to dispel the bad impressions previously acquired of Londoners and suchlike the woman who went into the combination farm park/soft play thingby just before us allowed us to put the wingpiglet through as a child on her some sort of family voucher thing, saving us a few pounds. Baby cousin Aurelia was too small to warrant being paid for (and spent most of the time there asleep anyway) but Edgar (when he woke up) was at least able to look at some of the animals and gave the impression of being reasonably impressed by his second giant indoor multi-storey soft play, despite a few incidences of selfish wee shiteism and the chill wind outside, which had more of an effect on his cheeks than photographic records indicate. As we hadn't brought our own conveyance down with us we got to borrow Aunty Clare's long-wheelbase three-wheeled jogging-buggy, which would have been my first choice of style of thing three years ago had they not all been really long and exactly the sort of thing which we couldn't imagine having the space for whilst we were still in the flat before the emergence.