tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-753589427119541238.post485318560327308174..comments2023-07-05T09:38:23.624+01:00Comments on The Half-Dipper: Have We Met Before?Hobbeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10719619695211038389noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-753589427119541238.post-90435528132330147192013-10-02T10:47:15.208+01:002013-10-02T10:47:15.208+01:00I spend a lot of my life, it seems, staring at bag...I spend a lot of my life, it seems, staring at baggage carousels. Specifically, I spend a lot of my time looking at the flaps through which my suitcase might eventually appear. It is a Zen-like experience, simply accepting the fact that my luggage will probably not appear for hours. I am, perhaps, to blame: I am so very <i>terrified</i> of being late (for anything) that I always check into my Hobbeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10719619695211038389noreply@blogger.com