Another Saturday disappears, and I'm finally trying to catch up on my diary. It was another hectic week, more failed reaction and increased stress.
I've just been reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass. They really are fabulous stories, I regret that I did not get a chance to read them when I was much younger. I think I would have been a perfect Alice, with that kind of imagination and wistful escapism. Alas my days of carefree concern and play are behind me, and I have to act like a "grown-up". I hate that.
Never mind, maybe I will sleep tonight and dream of what lies behind the looking glass…