Clockwork Esther

I'd like to wax lyrical about the profound change in Esther in the last month and while humanity seeps into her with each passing day, underlying this is a sense of deep loveliness, is a little inertia.

She remains on the brink of bipedal locomotion and can now deploy a regal wave but there has been no great leap forward. Apart from the occasional bout of ultra-violence.

Nipples are gouged, eyes prodded, skin scratched. It's totally horrowshow. And then it passes and she recedes into benign chuddliness. If she becomes a proper droog I'd be well proud, as it would mean I'd have raised an achingly literate chide. And one that might stand a fair chance of surviving the impending environmental apocalypse.

Joy. 

And then enjoy these pictures that evidence her deep seated joyousness but none that capture her dark side.