Status Updates From The House on the Strand

Too many 'ifs', and none of them working out.

There are few strains more intolerable in life than waiting for the arrival of unwelcome guests.

As eavesdropper in time my role was passive, without commitment or responsibility. I could move about in their world unwatched, knowing that whatever happened I could do nothing to prevent it—comedy, tragedy, or farce—whereas in my twentieth-century existence, I must take my share in shaping my own future and that of my family.

(As a nosy bitch myself, “eavesdropper in time” sounds absolutely awesome)