Is there a man under the bed? No. Is there someone in the wardrobe? No. Is there someone waiting outside the back door for when I let the dogs out? No. Is there a man behind the curtains? ….

I am one of life’s scardey cats. I’m always looking for the monstrous person lurking in the shadows waiting to leap out and do me harm. I have even been known to need peeling off the ceiling if I’ve dropped off to sleep before DM comes to bed and I get woken with a start.

It’s one of those times in my life – the next three days are crucial and I’m waiting for one of my monsters to come out from behind the curtain and bite me good and hard on the bum. I just know it’ll happen. No, seriously, it will. Well why wouldn’t it? I’m ripe for bringing down from my peg. I’m cruising for a bruising, heading for a fall, waiting for the end of the world. # Dear Lord, I sincerely hope you’re coming, ‘cause you’ve really started something…