A snake a snake oooooo it's a snake.....

Only it isn't really.

Our new allotment mentioned previously didn't get any attention last weekend as we had visitors. After the delight of the Grand Prix we strolled up to do a bit of work and lifted the plastic sheet off our fresh compost heap to find two of these little fellah's on top. I say we. It was Mrs Hamilbutton, who made the sort of high-pitched squeaking noise that really pisses off dogs.

They're 30cm or so long, although one was bigger, and we later saw a teensy one that was probably less than 10cm.

They are slow worms, which is funny, as they are neither slow (trust me - I tried to pick one up) or worms, although Mrs H wasn't that bothered with my explanation as she repeatedly said "snake" throughout in a gaspy kind of way.

Apparently, they're a kind of lizard who lost their legs (which was careless, frankly). They eat slugs and insects, so they should get fat on our allotment. Not quite sure what they'll do when we've got it all under control though. Still, that gives them at least 6 months....

I had a thoroughly crappy day today, for reasons I can't currently go into, topped by the lazy sod across the road with a huge driveway parking right outside my terraced house (no drive) so I had to park in the muddy bit over the road. GGGgggggggggggRRAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

(Playing tonight - I'm angry, fed-up and ready to kill, plus it's raining, so what else but The Beach Boys and "Surfin' U.S.A".)

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