Amy Mae

After some considerable running around like a headless swan*, I think I've found another flat to move to. I met the landlord, and put on my very best behaviour. I acted like a princess, while not actually letting on that I was one. That seemed to charm him. Though after the last time, I'll not count any swans until I've actually moved in.

I also had to revisit Amy Mae at Hidden Door, to check out my full frontal from behind. To those of you who said my rear view was my best feature, let me tell you it is not. Another fragile plank of my self-image shattered. So you'll have to settle for the artist herself instead of my wrinkly bottom.

*swans are the new chickens