I’m worried that I might have a dream that I have not yet made a start on splattering my lost dog posters of my little face all over the internet. Although my face on the internet is a bit of a disturbing thought, more so is a bad night’s sleep and so …
Hello all ye people of Kingdoms of Netdon and Webingdon!
I bow down before you.
I don’t want to be too aggressive though. It’s always a worry after I spend a little too much time with someone who’s a bit aggressive.
Maybe just think of me as this old hag.
Beckoning/pointing with her crooked finger to the young minstrel fellow. With a slightly evil-looking cat wrapping itself around my legs.
A simple ‘You there!’ if you will.