Sunday, 16 September 2007

Jackie and I spent a relaxing day visiting my Mum, babysitting our grand-daughter Beth and visiting our friend’s new Art Gallery in Letchworth.

In a household comprising two 40-something adults, two 19 year-old boys/men and one cat, I am the only vertebrate that does not scream like a girl at the merest sight of a spider. This past few days I have had to deal with four spiders of exceptional size and speed: big hairy things that move like greased lightning. Perhaps these spiders are another consequence of the wet summer like the super-abundance of fruit and slugs? And after bravely hunting down these ugly eight-legged brutes, my family ask: “oh, you didn’t kill it did you?”