Preying mantis

This will be a quick post. On Friday I had three separate biopsies carried out on different parts of my body to remove aberrant skin growths. On Saturday morning I had an extreme vertigo event, whilst walking up to Kew Cemetery to take some photographs. An ambulance was called and the paramedics kindly took me home, because I did not want to be admitted to hospital for a vertiginous migraine. I stayed in most of the weekend, having dinner with a friend on Saturday and my son and his girlfriend over on Sunday. I'm waiting for Mark McDean to receive my latest artwork response and then I can post info here. Yesterday was rather ordinary. I had my dressings changed by a nurse and will have the sutures removed on Friday, when I receive the test results. I had a lovely email from Charles Strebor this morning who quoted a line from my little book Strange Blood Sport and said that it was 'just beautiful'. The line is: Somewhere in the gap between language and thought memories become sticky with other things. I've just checked the  ten thousand word document and I've used the word sticky five times. I think I've found all the spelling and typographical errors in the document and so the next copies that I produce should be more perfect. Is there really such a thing as a perfect document? Anyway, I've been up since 5am and have yet to plan my day. If it is going to be eventful, I certainly hope that it is positive.

Here is a photograph of a Tenodera Australasiae - purple-winged preying mantis, that was on the glass partition at my place yesterday.  When I first saw it I thought it was a stick insect, primarily because of its coloring. I apologize to friends on face book who would have already heard all of this.