Thanks for your input. To be clear :
1 - I never expected my daughters to like the same things as I do. The only thing I want from them, is to be open to the experience. But even that is too much. The less they do, the less they see, the happier they are.
2 - My dad is a Middle Ages buff. Throughout our childhood, he’d takes me and my brother on visits to the local castles and villages whenever we were on holidays. I hated those trips. All I wanted to do was go to the beach. HOWEVER, with my dad, I wouldn’t have dared pulling the sort of shit they did in London. Not that he was violent, of course. But my family was the “parents decide” type. And now, I’m happy that I saw all these things when I was a kid. It certainly gave me an affinity for history and nature.
3 - The very first thing I asked when we booked the trip was what each of them wanted to do. I was well aware of the fact that our time there would be limited, so I wanted to focus on our top priorities. My eldest daughter already had the Harry Potter thing. The youngest wanted to go to the Tower of London KFC. Their mother said “nothing”. So, considering that we had only two days and that I didn’t want them to be overwhelmed, I settled for what seemed to me like a reasonable program :
- Camden Town on the Wednesday evening.
- A walk in Hyde Park and around Buckingham Palace (total time 45 minutes) + Harry Potter + Tower Hill KFC at night on Thursday.
- The Westminster Abbey-King’s Cross walk on Friday (about 75 minutes spread out between 10 am and 6 pm !) + the exhibition (2h were more than enough).
It definitely wasn’t unreasonable.
4 - Regarding flexibility, I did improvise following their wishes. On the very first day there was the impromptu KFC in Camden Town, knowing that we were supposed to go to the one Tower Hill the next day. On Thursday, when we came back from the Harry Potter Studios, they had a swim in the tiny, nondescript hotel pool and pizza in the room instead of the KFC because they were hungry wanted to eat now. Yesterday morning, they wanted wanted to go the swimming pool again. I let them. Then at Tower Hill, the youngest insisted on going to the KFC. We did, even though we’d been to another one on Wednesday night, and they had decided not to go the day before. At Trafalgar Square, I let them rest for a quarter of hour although we’d just started the walk 20 minutes earlier and it was really getting late for the exhibition.
5 - All in all, I’d say I’m definitely a type A traveller, but not dogmatically so. I also enjoying lying on the beach doing nothing all day. It just drive me crazy that when you have less than 48h in one of the most dynamic, history-rich cities in the world, you insist on going to the swimming pool TWICE, go to KFC TWICE and complain about eveything once what you wanted to do is finished. I knew the Anglo-Saxon manucripts wouldn’t appeal them, although I tried to spark their interest by using the “Harry Potter” angle. But really, if they had finished the walk with me and said : “Sorry, we’ll do something else while you go look at your ancient books”, I’d have been (mostly) fine with it. But when I arrived in Russell Square all alone, and the sun was setting on the central fountain, with tree tops all golden, I had tears in my eyes thinking that they were missing out on this. And at that very time, they may have been watching a street performer dressed as Yoda saying “May the force be with you”. Or perhaps they were already on their way to King’s Cross where they spent the last three hours of the stay.
So, I’m sorry they were being selfish, spoiled and shallow little brats.
And yes, as you may have noticed, their mother has always undermined every single thing I wanted to do with them, ridiculing my tastes and encouraging them to disobey me at every opportunity.