” Uncle Pumblechook: a large hard-breathing middle-aged slow man, with a mouth like a fish, dull staring eyes, and sandy hair standing upright on his head, so that he looked as if he had just been all but choked, and had that moment come to.”
Charles Dickens- Great Expectations
If that is indeed what poor old Pumblechook looked like, I wonder how he fit inside this narrow doorway in Rochester, Kent, which claims he lived here. Curious and curiouser…this door looks like a door one would find in Alice in Wonderland, all the lines lead inwards to a door that looks smaller the closer you get to it.
It might be a door one finds in Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory, too. 🙂
Good One Carrie, this door if and when I can get through it, has some lovely teas on offer…second thought perhaps a blessing in disguise that I am always late, no cream cakes for me! 🙂