3/31/10 08:51 am - eight �
The Hatter's been on edge lately. There's been a constant change in the winds that's had him even forgetting our usual tea time. Not that it's ever usual, it's not like we ever have it at a certain time. Just whenever we feel like it, but usually it's at least once a day if not twice and here it's been five days passed and I'm just now noticing its absence.
I think after this week I'll take us back to Russia for a few, it might do us some good to feel at home somewhere again. Maybe while we're there we'll find some trace of the Hare, it seems he's gone and lost himself again.