An Uninvited Guest

I am not a heavy sleeper, nor have I ever been. I think too much! Last night, though, at some unearthly hour, whilst in bed, I distinctly felt something creeping over the top of my head. I swiftly flicked over my hair, turned on the light and got up to investigate. Nothing.

I got out of bed, lifted the pillow and shook it. Still nothing. I looked at the bed and, at its foot, there was the culprit, a dirty big cockroach! I hit the pillow on the bed to scare it away and, indeed, it ran underneath the bed.

I wonder if it's still there? I'm glad I didn't kill while it was on my head. It would have made a dreadful mess!

It was stormy here last night. When I turned on the television set in my room the Sky News channel and BBC World weren't working; and the gardeners are clearing up the palm leaves outside as I write.