No more than 3 minutes ago I was walking back into the flat after traipsing around looking for a top up station for the Heat and Electricity, which was not fruitful by any means. I did, however, manage to acquire a new shirt and a pair of leggings as well as some bits and bobs from the local chemist. How that happened, I have no clue. Anyway, so I was back on the grounds about 25 feet from the door when this little girl no more than 3 comes prancing up on the pavement towards me, dressed in her Sunday best (or something) with another child and her mom following behind. About 10 feet in front of me she leaps to a halt and stares at me with complete disapproval. A glare that would be fit or someone had I just shamed their mother, but no, she was 3 and I’d never seen her before. I’d like to believe that she was in awe of my pink hair, as most children seem to be. It’s not like it’s that shocking, but for a 3 year old maybe. On the contrary, it was a look of pure hatred. “I’m going to burn a hole in your soul if I keep staring at you like this.” I typically like children, but she can go to hell. Though that’s probably where she is from.