“It is a truth universally acknowledged…” (one of the best opening lines of literature) that there is a hole in my living room.
Okay, maybe it’s not “universally acknowledged,” not even in my own household, but it’s true. There is a hole into which crochet hooks disappear and baby toy parts disappear. I think it’s going to get worse as the Wee One gets older, so I wonder if she made it?
I imagine to another universe or dimension. I hope the Doctor is there.