Alice in Geründerland

There comes a time, as Alice surely once thought, that chasing a white rabbit in a suit down a hole is not really the most sensible way to start the day… an adventure maybe, but certainly not the day... some doors are not meant to be open or even, dare it be said, left ajar... doors left ajar tend to let all sorts of things both in and out.

Geründerland was such a place… that is to say a door there had been left somewhat ajar and most definitely not closed. When you hear the pitter patter of tiny feet as a child you assume it is the approach of younger siblings... as you grow older you assume it is offspring... in Geründerland you assume nothing... it is always better to flee.