the www.SNO.mobi Grand Alpine Tour
It all made such sense and I began to drift off to sleep… smiling at the perfect plan… likely never to think of it again.
But fortune favours the self-aware…
…and these days I’m firmly in the habit of texting myself when I have a cunning plan in the wee small hours…
… the better to profit from somnambulent insight… or at least expose a flimsy wheeze to the cold judgement of morning.