There's no such thing as snakes!!

That's what I keep trying to tell myself anyway.  I've been quite good over the last week as I haven't seen a snake I'm starting to believe there really is no such thing.

However this morning Andy found one by the kitchen, which means I probably would have walked passed it when I went to make the tea earlier.  That thought alone makes me want to vomit.  The boys wanted me to go and see it and even though it was a baby one I just wasn't going to budge.  If I'd seen it I know I will start believing they exist again and I willl start thinking they are everywhere again.  My toes are starting to curl up at the thought.  My feet are hanging off the bed at the moment as they are dirty but all I want to do is curl up into as tight a ball as I can so I can protect myself from everything.  I fear I'm starting to lose the loose grip I had over myself trying to keep it together.  I'm very much missing the small comforts of home, which I so often take for granted.  Like a relaxing hot bath or the choice on the shelves at the super market, like a big juicy steak.  Starting to feel a bit like Alex the lion in Madagascar when everything he looks at takes the form of a big steak!!