It was early June and Ritalin Girl was just returning from a trip to Veere in the Netherlands. No she hadn’t been to Amsterdam. Ritalin Girl likes to be different.

Anyway. Veere is a beautiful picturesque town in the South West of the Netherlands. She had eaten Dutch apple cake with cream, a traditional speciality. It certainly beat apple crumble. She had also tried bolussen, a sweet cinnamon pastry from the Dutch province of Zeeland. In her bag she had stashed some Stroopwafels and chocolate hearts.

And today she had trekked cross country on the trains, naughtily sneaking into first class on both legs and playing clueless.

She had arrived at Schiphol airport and dashed straight to the cafe where she ordered a cappuccino and a cappuccino muffin. “You have a voice like a hungover angel” the barista said to her. Her mood instantly picked up. Was he flirting with her? She beamed back and they chatted for 5 minutes.

As she went through passport control and airport security, there was plenty of drama. One girl was passed out by the automatic passport control gates and she had a team flurrying about trying to help her. Eventually she was led off somewhere. At airport security the staff barked orders at people telling them to strip.

She stopped off to get a bottle of water just before the gate. €3.55. Holy moly. It must be holy water. The girl at the counter informed her there would be a 15 cents extra charge for the plastic deposit taking it to €4.10. What was this? She had never heard of cafes charging extra for plastic deposits. “That’s very strange” she remarked, paying the extra 15 cents.

She boarded the plane feeling optimistic. Ritalin Girl was returning to a busy week with three interviews booked in. Was she in demand again? She better not watch any porn this week. And she better soak her face in acid to try dissolve those spots that had appeared on her face.