Let me share with you my first character – Tiffany. A girl notorious for missing more planes than she’s managed to catch!
Tiffany has so many fingers in so many pies she could be basted in gravy. I’m left breathless by her enthusiam for so many projects and irritated in equal measure by the incessant bleating of her mobile phone. Tiffiany’s visits could be compared to a benign whirlwind. Sweeping away the roof, the doors and any obstructions that may block her path.
Sometimes I have to admire the vigour of her youth and her ability to be so positive.
I got home the other day to find Tiffany in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs. At first I was alarmed and assumed she had fallen. In her usual breezy way she brushed it off as just a minor tumble and changed the subject.
It was only as I started looking at the walls I realised that I had stumbled across the aftermath of a failed parkour training session. The training shoe prints had told the tale of an unsuccessful descent down the stairs using only the walls.
Tiffany, by this stage, had wandered off to dye her hair yet another exotic colour leaving a trail of pink dye after her. “It’s fine babe, I’ll clean it up”.
When Deandre got home to discover that she hadn’t, there were the usual fireworks…