Behind Bars

The only way to brush my teeth or hang out the laundry nowadays is to put Estelle into the "parc", which is what the French call these wooden playpen thingys. If left to her own devices, she essentially wreaks havoc at each second in every corner of the apartment.
This morning we narrowly escaped my passport being ripped apart.
When not in lockdown, she does have her glamourous side, however.