When you do a flash mob.

When you do a flash mob.

Ok, anyone who knows me knows I don’t do dressing up. I don’t do witches hats; I don’t do Karaoke, bright bold “look at me” statements. I prefer photos of myself to be vetted, and a million filters added to attempt to make me look less like death.

Basically, I don’t do drawing too much attention to myself looking like a wally brain.

But when something means a lot to me, and to the kids, I sometimes have to take the plunge, pull my finger out, and remember it’s not all about me. This happened yesterday.

Yesterday I took part in a Flash Mob on Lincoln High Street with The Beast and his school. Why? Because I want him to have as many options in the future as he can.

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