Not a project just a ramble

So when I drove home from work today I noticed my car was making a noise that sounded remarkably as if a dead body was being dragged underneath it and that of course reminded me that my son has moved back home. Apart from the unflushed toilet and the bacon grease in my fruit bowl it hasn't been that bad so far. (Check back in a week or so and see if I'm still not harboring homicidal tendencies).
His latest goal is to become a ceramics artist. He has a lot of talent and an Etsy Shop and I'm hoping that in the words of Troy and Gabriella this will be the start of something new.