Dear Reader...

Life is like a game of roulette. Sometimes you land in the red, sometimes in the black. Sometimes you might land in an odd number, or perhaps an even...sometimes you’ll find that you’ll expect it to land in one but it bounces up a little bit and goes into the next one. If it lands in thirteen, some people say that’s unlucky. Unless you bet on thirteen of course.Very rarely it lands in the green one. But there’s only one of those. . . Sometimes the ball pings away and falls in the carpet and you can’t find it.

At the moment, you will all be devestated to know, my ball is amongst those burrowing in the deep pile of inevitability. If my ball is next to yours, we can live in hope they they will befriend each other and will live happily ever after amongst the cigarette ash and dry skin.

But we will have no balls.

So come with me dear reader, and knock on the neighbour's door. Do not be afraid to get out there, brave the world and ask with your hand on your heart and a tear in your eye, "Can we have our balls back please?"

Sophie x