I couldn't get to sleep, bladder's playing up again. I say bladder, but every time I think of it a vision of a perished tennis ball springs to mind for some reason.
Anyway, I've got to get blogging, despite only having the one foot to type with, or else those terribly nice but rather earnest people at the Thanet Blog List will relegate me to the back bench. They've told me if I don't get on with it, I'll be dumped in their archive section.
Now if the boot was on the other foot, it would have gone up in smoke in the QEQM incinerator.