Niamh stood at the open balcony window of her new apartment and smiled.  A new life. She’d managed to grab an east-facing apartment. It was warm and cosy in the morning and refreshingly cool in the evening, as far as one could refer to Wuhan’s stifling heat as cool. Niamh was ready for a new life.

She’d left her good for nothing Shanghai boyfriend (who had been locked up for selling drugs to the contestants of “The Voice Of China”) behind and headed for Wuhan, where men still deserved to be called gentlemen and treated women right.

Turning away from the window she nodded to herself. Tonight she would go out with a new bunch of friends to find herself a handsome Wuhan beau.

Mop and caption courtesy of Selly, who also just landed in Wuhan