#sleepless...

“But Pooh couldn't sleep. The more he tried to sleep the more he couldn't. He tried counting Sheep, which is sometimes a good way of getting to sleep, and, as that was no good, he tried counting Heffalumps. And that was worse. Because every Heffalump that he counted was making straight for a pot of Pooh's honey, and eating it all. For some minutes he lay there miserably, but when the five hundred and eighty-seventh Heffalump was licking its jaws, and saying to itself, "Very good honey this, I don't know when I've tasted better," Pooh could bear it no longer.”

Good Afternoon..  I was Pooh last night.. early to bed I said to myself with a 4am alarm.. could I sleep? could I what... gave up and feet on floor at 3am for an early coffee!! Quick skype with my Poppet and Daughter.. Poppet had a climbing fall and we think this may have taught her a valuable lesson... all 9 months of her... Bless. Back safely from the trip to Zurich Flughafen, precious parcels collected and deposited safely, also news about the tiff the bumper had with the corner of the garage delivered... Ohhhh tummy in full butterfly mode. Hugs all round. Left in the rain, came back at middle day to high overcast and very ordinary sort of day.. temp out is a measly 17.8dg.. a bit of a shock for my little globe trotters. Supply of Gin in house so la la la. Plans for today... Nicht!! Nada!! Nothing!! Request from a language school in Feldkirk for English tuition for three adult students... I am in New Zealand for most of the dates... C'est La Vie. My little corner of the world is just tickety boo...