Smart versus stupid

WHAT seems like a very long time ago, my boyfriend (now my husband) and I lived in London. At the weekends we liked to go out and wander around the city, taking advantage of the free museums and galleries, spending hours walking through markets, looking at buildings, eating fine food.

Then one day, when we had intended to go to a very high brow exhibition of something or other, we found ourselves caught in a torrential rainstorm in the middle of the South Bank. It was grim, the rain made the pigeon poo on the pavement really slippery and all of a sudden we didn’t really care about going to see some artist we’d never heard of and ran hell for leather for the nearest tube station.

One thing led to another and we discovered ourselves stood in front of an advert for a kids’ movie, it was for Shrek.

It tickled us that we had set out to see some fancy art and now we were eating popcorn and watching a movie about a green ogre.

And so, Smart versus Stupid was born (although we could have called it Pretentious versus Simple Fun, but that doesn’t sound as good).

Wind forward a few years, and we don’t really get much opportunity or time for museums and wandering around cities, but last weekend we thought we’d take in a gallery, it wasn’t beach weather that’s for sure.

La Gidg was quite keen to go, but once we got to the gallery in Palma, none of us were really all that impressed with it.

We tried to get our money’s worth, but there wasn’t much to look at, and up popped that memory of Smart versus Stupid.

One thing led to another (including a torrential rainstorm, fittingly, which meant that option two of riding around Palma on an open top bus, something we still haven’t done, will have to be shelved until another weekend) and we collectively agreed that Simple Fun would probably be more in keeping with what we wanted to get out of our Sunday.

Off we went to the lovely Tom Brown’s Restaurant in Magalluf where we all had roast dinners and pop, all for the grand price of €30 all in (including jelly and ice cream).

Then La Gidg and I played mini golf whilst Oliver watched Mark Cavendish win his green jersey and the final stage of the Tour de France.

Happy mum + happy dad + happy kid = happy days.

We’d like more suggestions of simple, cheap and fun family things to do in Mallorca. If you’ve got an idea then please leave a comment at www.familymattersmallorca.com