*yawn*

It is really sad when, after a whole weekend of totally flogging my body in the garden and having the bed to myself (yes, he's away again), I can't sleep. I'm tired as but just I rattle around like a fart in a bottle. Slumber eludes me.

I've watched appalling television (I think a WWE film qualifies as appalling), had a nice warm shower, done a crossword, knitted. I've even tried a long midnight walk. Sleep just isn't coming.

So I shall see if writing an entry and reading some buddies makes the sleepiness come.

Trouble is, I've got SFA to write about. There've been no shipwrecks or murders, nothing to laugh at at all.

I could have a whinge about the breadwinner (he came home, sat on his arse and made sympathetic noises about my gardening exhaustion and then buggered off again), but that is so boring it would put everyone else to sleep.

I could give a run-down on my feelings about the election next Saturday but that gets covered in two words. Over it.

I could answer the interview questions that Jen sent me but that requires using a brain in a slightly less mushy condition than the one I am currently operating.

Ah. Idea. I could tell you the story about my daughter and the snake and show you what a Echis carinatus astolae (saw-scaled viper) looks like.

This is what my daughter found on the way to the ablution block the other day. She, and one of the medics, caught it with a bucket so it could be relocated to a less populated area. (Not much of a story, I know, but , meh, it comes with an illustration)

It doesn't look like much, sitting in the bottom of it's grotty bucket, but it is one of the most poisonous serpents from the region.

OK, that was my grand effort. I've got nothing more. Time to read the creative genius of others.