Spider alert 2

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Way back in the autumn I spent some considerable time venting my horror of the impending onslaught of our home by the silent eight-legger army and promised to be a big brave girl and not be too hysterical about them. Well, I got through most of the autumn and winter without too much screaming and jumping around on the sofa, skirts raised and calling to be rescued, but...

they are back!
I think that the particularly high rainfall has caused all the really, really big spiders to seek refuge and they have all received a message that our house is the place to which they should retreat. To say that they are crawling out of the wood work is of course a gross exaggeration, but ours is a Victorian house, with cellars and airbricks and chimneybreasts and sash windows and lots and lots of places for them to live.

I have now discovered their latest tactic ~ to jump out from their hiding place, sit in the middle of the floor and stare at me in defiance, knowing that I am unlikely to respond with a size 9 shoe, but will instead flee with all the courage of a wilting lettuce. Good grief, I am a grown woman and yet I still cannot get to grip with my dislike of these little creatures!

It is my beloved husband's birthday this week and today I have bought him a 'thingy'. This is the technical term that I use for a piece of electrical equipment that I don't understand (and care little about), but he is elated and that is the important thing.

Apparently, it does something like recording the music he creates on his electric guitar. He loves this new piece of kit, especially he tells me, because it has loads of buttons to twiddle. If it had more flashing lights, it would, I gather, be the perfect gift.

I have scored highly on the 'wonderful woman' scale today and so have been able to break the news to Dave that the special treat I have planned for his birthday is to accompany me to a trade fair for work (still on top of the world about his birthday present, I don't think the news has registered with him yet!).

Well, I'm off to make a cuppa (spiders permitting), chat soon, Liz