Navel Gazing & Constraint

Here I am, home alone after an evening of fun with Mortimer Bones and Fr Rattue. So what have I been up to?

I’ve been listening to music….

…reading books….

…and playing at dressing up (what am I going to do with the coat with the real fur collar Rowan gave me?).

Sounds fantastic doesn’t it? So why do I feel so trapped?