Wash your face in my sink

Firstly, there’s really no good reason why I’ve titled this post the way I have. Certainly the theme of this post is not bathroom based ceramics – it just happened to be playing on Spotify at the time, and it seemed as good as any…

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything here and will probably be a while before I write anything again. Maybe I need another hobby,  maybe I need to get out more, or maybe I just need to think of something mildly interesting to share or start to have some opinions on meaningful topics.

No, that’d just be bullshit – I think I’ll just continue to sporadically update this “blog” (for I don’t think it can really be called that) with mostly meaningless miscellaneous musings….


 Dream Warriors – Wash Your Face In My Sink

Baby Ballet

So, here I am spending another Saturday morning sat with a bunch of other bored looking parents at Baby Ballet.

Which is a weird title really, because they aren’t babies and (for as much as I know about ballet) you couldn’t really call it ballet. It would be more appropriately named Toddler Trampling (‘tween the tantrums).

Ho hum – back next week.