I've entered the Red Room for the first time. Looking round a bit. There's always that creeping anxiety, isn't there. Will I fit in? Do I clash with the wall paper? Am I dressed appropriately? Red was never my color, but then as I've got older and I've let the gray in my hair make its presence known, perhaps red is just the thing for me. Do let me know if I do anything stupid, won't you? Or if I spill something on myself. Or on you. I'm good at mopping up.