Minky Pixie

Well, thanks to all those of you who stopped by my twelfth year blip. And thanks in particular to that blipper who visited with four different aliases to shower me with favourites. It must have been the subject matter.
So, a morning of minky minding. She used to hate her hat. Now she pulls it on as part of her playing. As you can see, there aren’t many other props anyway.
Before I forget, I’d been up to Princes St for the first time in ages on Monday. Blimey, my floppy hair stood on end. What’s happened to the old place? Shut up shops, and those that aren’t are selling tartan tat or are candy stores. All most unbecoming.  
OK, that’s the bags packed. Tomorrow, sunshine. Or else I’m demanding my money back.