Usually in the market place at the weekend, the only "creative designs" on the pavement are the Friday night regurgitated "Jackson Pollocks in carrots" from the kebab van, or the desperate releases of late night piss artists, quite literally. This weekend however there was pavement chalking. Not quite Art- but fun. Baby had a scribble- against my better judgement, as I feared very much he might think we approved of street scribbling and do it on the kitchen floor at home! We have enough on mopping up his splattering and daubing at meal times.
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