I love people-watching. Correction, I used to love people-watching. Before I had a toddler. Now I daren't take my eyes off him for a second incase he accidentally causes some formidable catastrophe by way of his ever-jiggling arms/legs/feet. Airports are the best places ever for people-watching. Mr B and I spent two years commuting weekly between Cardiff and Dublin so we spent a lot of time doing this. While waiting for our normally delayed Aer-Arann twin-prop we would often pass the time looking around at our fellow passengers and trying to guess what they did, or where they might be ...
Who is actually a Mum of two, and didn't think her blog name through.