Paperfaerie sometimes calls me “Mama”, because when we first shared a flat she was all young and naive and cute and knew bugger-all about life, and I taught her how to do stuff, just like a mama would. A couple of years ago she even made me a beautiful piece of fabric for Mother’s Day, and wrote me a lovely note, a pic of which I am now going to post to embarrass her. I just found it in a drawer and it made me all misty eyed. Aww.