Zoe hasn't really cracked the idea of glamour yet.
Ian gave her a bright purple feather boa for her birthday. Instead of prancing and posing with it, she has been slowly picking it to pieces. This means that our flat has acquired the appearance of a psychelic chicken coop with purple feathers strewn over everything.
Boaing boaing bong!
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