It’s been a while since I last ran after my girl with the mike. Not for lack of expression on her part, on the contrary, but rather for lack of mastery of said mike, which is integrated in my walkman, one of her favourite “tech toys”.
But this morning she was so engrossed in sorting the contents of a drawer of her clothes that she didn’t notice my hand with the walkman behind her back. Unfortunately that means you’ll have to turn up the volume a bit to hear her properly. Sorry.

jargon