bug out

Not one bug last night.

I'd gone home and gone up nursing the prospect of something lurking behind the bathroom door to get me all excited, and the tingle generated by that tantalising prospect.

And then the let down. The upstairs was as limp last night as I've any reason to expect. I even got down on my knees in the hope that something might pop up, but I might as well have been in the bedroom.

Like any normal, healthy attention starved middle aged women I have tested the wider world beyond the marital home. I went out into our overgrown garden this morning.

I'm wittering because I've still nothing to post. And now it is raining (again).