Cry Reptile

As I've toiled in the grassier recesses of the garden, I have  been aware of a certain large and slithery presence.

But I am shouted down when I mention it and told that I don't get out of slave labour as easily as that.

(Also, I do rather have a tendency to imagine spooky jungle creatures - particularly after the third Glenlivet.)
Well, my dears, imagine my surprise when I went to get the hose and cleaning equipment to give the pool a vacuuming, and there on the pump room roof is this gorgeous but ginormous sloughed skin just lying there next to the storage crate.

Yes, loves, very funny - I do see the blue python tucked away there - very drole.

I tell you, I reached over for the cleaning gear with a respectful delicacy and caution.

Almost enough to make me a dinky little handbag *and* have enough left over for that pair of scaley winklepickers I've been promising myself.

Another shot with CDs for size.

I can't *wait* to show it to the rest of them and watch them eat their words.

Now I'm definitely nervous about grubbing around in the shrubbery.