My flat's been under attack recently and I've been living under emergency rules for 4 weeks now.
As I write this, I'm being watched vigilantly by the perpetrator, who I myself led through this door.
Her name is Amélie and she's a little tired from trying to demolish my kitchen - or at least destroy most of my shoes if possible. So, I'm able to catch my breath for a moment (from avoiding her to demolish my kitchen or at least destroy most of my shoes) and write this entry.
Took a few snapshots of Amélie which yo'll find in my gallery.