tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248503935075362425.post1999074493361756096..comments2024-03-26T07:58:59.761+00:00Comments on I'll think of something later: Supping in WonderlandDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14506881804082382739noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248503935075362425.post-12401405767894410852011-05-17T02:15:17.289+01:002011-05-17T02:15:17.289+01:00Now, we have family and friends with houses in Nor...Now, we have family and friends with houses in Norfolk, and why has no one ever mentioned this? Sounds wonderfully peculiar, or peculiarly wonderful, I'm not sure which. Or perhaps I'm better off simply quoting Alice: "If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?"<br /><br />(Re your question over at RA: while we're ending the collaborative, it's not necessarily the end of everything, and certainly, your comment provides encouragement for continuing in some fashion. Contemplating a "next act" as I write.)Susan Scheid (Raining Acorns)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02827286681242730183noreply@blogger.com