Someone has switched my city-dwelling, critical-thinking life with that of a home-town-bound mummy. My dancing days seem to be numbered in big day-glo colours made of squeezy cloth that are probably bath and sick friendly. And that's not a new rave thing, i'm really not that down with the kids.
...but are they?! Now I've had the baby and am opening a pub and cultural groovy place on the banks of the River Ribble in Preston (the home town)...and if that wasn't an adventure enough, there are plenty more out there!
And it seems that I'm still dancing and very down with the kids, especially the pre-school sector.
