Somewhere to play.

Another week of nothings.

Tomorrow is Friday, the week has not brought any positive facts, snippets, or important items to the table.

The lines are all out, and like a patient fisherman, I wait for a bite. Then I can reel the fish in, or whatever is on the other end.

A smiling shark may be quite likely, even a nasty crab, or a octopus trying to grab all it can.
I need lessons in doing sea-food.

Another poor snake passed by today, a Puff-Adder at that. Unfortunately, they are not very welcome here and they are potentially a threat to all.

So, as the good book advises, or as it says, it will bite his heel, and he will crush its head.

Still we have not forgiven the poor snake its betrayal - and as we are to forgive all those who has betrayed us.

Or am I getting things mixed up here?

The 'Green people' would advise one to relocate the snake to a save haven, where it can still serve mankind by getting rid of all those nasty pests like mice and rats.

Those 'Green people' are welcome to come collect them, then we do have this problem of how do we keep them till the 'Green' gets here. A conundrum as they say.

Each man has by the law of nature a right to such a waste portion of the earth as is necessary for his subsistence.
Sir Thomas More, Utopia, II