Actually, it’s not so much that the abyss looks back at you, as much as it was happily doing its own little exploring thing, all excited about seeing non-abyssness and wondering if it’s like the postcards and where should it eat its bring-along picnic and oh no did it forget the camera, and you just came and blocked its view. Probably really confused it besides – unless you happen to feature in its special pocket guidebook?

Thought not.

 

It is a certain ex-colleague of mine’s birthday tomorrow; so as a birthday wish,  I do hope that she, like this Firebirdish, may make her way to shining pastures of glory while absent-mindedly stomping on the skulls of her enemies.

 

Agatha’s portrait will be scanned when I am back in the Scanning Lands; she is more annoyed than you are at the delay, I assure you.

 

 

This is what happens when you don’t hoover your rug for long enough – it goes sentient, and BAM, apocalypse. This is why we do housework folks.

 

Hello and thank you to everyone who has wondered why I have fallen off the planet and reminded me this blog exists and all! I made this for a friendly baby physiotherapist but I am sure it can be read metaphorically. Not necessarily for this situation – but you know, metaphors. Who doesn’t like a metaphor?