Miss Maple used to be a neat freak until her sister Miss Bluebell (a life coach) prescribed the perfect antidote. The sisters lived next door to a potter’s studio, and every time she peeped inside the potter’s front door Miss Maple would try to ignore her desire to tidy up the splattered clay and paint. So when the potter advertised for a (fully clothed) model for her pottery class, Miss Bluebell suggested Miss Maple face her fear and sit motionless and purse-lipped in the middle of the mess. Miss Maple, never shy of a challenge (a tad competitive), agreed, as long as she had permission to clean the studio afterwards.
