No sleep for Renie and no idea what keeps me awake this time. The house creaks and snaps – the same as usual. The cars are muffled as they growl past – as always. The odd bird calls for the other. I am sleepy but I can’t get comfortable. It’d be easier to deal with if I knew what was bugging me. I could write it all outside so my inside could drift. There. That’ll do. I’ll count ships on the sea – sheep have never done it for me.