A rude awakening.

It's 2:45am, I'm contentedly sleeping, away with the fairies, dreaming of that lottery win that will change everything or something else more wonderful.
In my dream state something tickles my shoulder, I move my hand to scratch it and a sharp needle stab and a mini fire erupts.
I'm out of the bed in a flash and the light is switched on to reveal an equally sleepy wasp on the bedsheet.
A couple of expletives escape my lips as I head for the galley cabinet revenge on my mind, what purpose do these little sods serve, a quick blast of wasp killer does nothing to ease my throbbing shoulder but still satisfies me.
Not much chance of getting back to sleep now though, so it's kettle on and make a cuppa, I know I'll blog it,  funny what writing a blog does to your mental state :-)
Here's the result.

Night all.