“Oh Alice’s Adventures in dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!” So said the White Rabbit in Wonderland, and I can only assume that Lewis Carroll had access to both a time machine and mind-reading equipment, because that’s precisely what I feel every month at this point. The magazine has to go to press! There’s too much to do! If only some kind of magical creature could help!
Well, that creature has arrived, if I may jump creative genres, is give them direction. A tidy up here, an edit there, job done. Anyone for a pint?
