Unnervingly, I have discovered that I am Florence from The Magic Roundabout.
Messy crop, a fan of bows, sticky-out skirt, blank expression, terrible posture. Me.
Easily distracted by flowers, wide-eyed with awe in the face of distress, driven by a desire for everybody to be super-duper lovely and happy all the time. Me.
Jerkily graceful as she floats through a stop-motion, psychedelic, technicolour seventies world. Me.
A puppet. Not so much...
Maybe it's not unnerving. Maybe it's actually FABULOUS.