Nite, nite or good morning.

So, it’s half twelve GMT and both the best husband (Jeremy Clarkson voice) and I can’t sleep.

We are having a joint cuppa learning how to buy an old Ferrari from Mike Brewer and how to fix it from Ed China.

I wish I could be a bit creative. Pen down a poem or a horror story of some sort.

Like finding myself face to face with a huge spider when I open the larder. That thought crossed my mind when I got in there for a tea bag. Now I feel even more insomniac.

But it would be an idea to write a horror story every day in October…

On the other hand there is enough horror in the world. I don’t need to add to it. Even though I am in Britain and don’t really understand the ins and outs of US politics that Judge Kravanaugh – Professor Blasey Ford questioning is still haunting me…