The Spice Girl’s Mental Health   May tiptoed down the corridor and opened the door slightly. She was being extra cautious not to wake anyone as it was a good hour before the dawn – she didn’t need any dissuasion or what her father termed common sense. Stepping into the courtyard, she felt the chill permeate through her clothing. For although it was early Spring, the weather was still trying to extricate itself from the throes of winter.     The security guard at the gate dipped his head in a bow as he closed the gate behind her. Long years of service in this family had taught him the vital lesson of staying out of May’s way – especially when she acts weird like now – no sane female from a respectable family should be out by this