The other day a little Playmobil rowing boat, with a sailor and a Killer Whale sailed right up to the front door. It was obviously helped by our local postman, Pat. In the deep, dark cavernous recesses of my mind, I seem to recall agreeing to do a review of some Playmobil. But that was ages ago. There was no note or anything to this effect in the boat, so perhaps this is just a gift from God. Who knows?
What I do know, is that it is the most lovely finely crafted piece of plastic I have seen. Nice to touch, realistic in a nice way and it matches the policeman, police car with hazard triangle we already own. In a, people you might find at the quay kind of way. I’m tempted to throw away all the other toys. Playmobil appeals to the museum curator in me. It looks nice, feels solid and seems safe. According to the catalogue, there are two types of Playmobil: 123 and the normal stuff. We currently own items from the 123 range. I have even allowed baby Fifi to have a play with it. She likes it a lot! As you can see from the pictures. Please excuse the boys baby grow, she did a big poo just when I ran out of nice girly babygrows for her to lounge about in. Toddler boy likes it too, in fact, he has already picked out what he wants from the catalogue. Father Christmas is working on the order already.