ho_hum DannyH Hum didledy dee. I really have nothing to say today. Only the eagles of breathlessness to indicate the shape of the open cloudless sky above me. I am wandering down the hill, merrily ignoring the path I have to follow which snakes up precipitously behind me. Will this do? Octopus fingers today instead of spider. I am flabby and damp, feeling my way across the words with suckers of no purpose. I need the spiders back to crawl and weave, to connect and terrify but today they are sleeping in the center of their webs, waiting for tasty morsels to blunder in. I never told you, did I, about my dream where I was trying to explain to Sarah that it was going to take ages to teach the spiders to type. 010727 ... nocturnal well you were right. it would take ages. 010727 ... DannyH I should explain. About eighteen months ago, when I decided to give up my job and write a novel I had a dream in which I had no hands and could only type by the use of trained spiders which ran over the keyboard. I'm scared of spiders but fascinated by them as well. In my dreams there are always spiders in the way of anything I want but am scared to go out and get, or in any place where I want to feel safe but can't. Today I got an ending. I'm not finished yet, not by a long way, but I can visualise the ending and it fascinates and terrifies me, just like spiders do. 010728 what's it to you? who go blather from