Listening to: whatever torture the kids are inflicting on me (Now 80-wotsit)
Reading: Lucinda Riley, The Girl on the Cliff
So – the spidey story I promised you.
There I was on Sunday night, quietly reading in bed. (DH was watching the motorbike racing = mega tedious, so I decided to go and read in comfort.)
And suddenly I was aware of something moving just above my book.
As in the legs of a spider.
A BIG spider.
I’m not scared of spiders. They intrigue me and I love the patterns they make in their webs. But when it’s a spider that’s the size of my palm, and it’s parascending down from the ceiling and is about to land on my book…
To quote son: ‘You screamed like a girl.’ (He then grinned and said, ‘Well, obviously, because you are one.’)
Did Dog rush up to rescue me? (Did he, hell. Too lazy.) Did DH rush up to rescue me? (Did he, hell. He was busy watching the motorbikes, aka too lazy.)
Stomped downstairs and requested that DH please go upstairs, find supersize-spidey and put him/her outside. ‘There’s no point in looking. It will have gone by now.’ DH rolled eyes at me. ‘And did you have to scream? Now Madam will be convinced it’s scuttled into her room and she’ll refuse to go to sleep.’ (True. She made her brother check everywhere with a torch before she would return to her room.)
Oh, and just in case you think I might be exaggerating about Spidey… this is one from last summer. And that’s about the size of Sunday’s monster. (If you are interested in UK spiders, there’s a great website - http://www.uksafari.com/spiders.htm)