Meet my favourite almost-every-day-girl. I have to pass her when I deliver my mail (my job to earn some money) in a small village. She stands in front of a house which used to be a gallery but now it's a bed and breakfast. She's the only one who is left and I don't now the artist. I like her. I like the long legs and her socks and her orange hair. Maybe it's because she reminds me of my drawings.