Fashion faux pas
Oh no! It's that time of year again. You know the one, when the temperature starts to drop and the annual migration begins once again.
Every autumn I promise myself that this will be the year when the hysteria stops and that I will get to grips with my fear and loathing, needless to say last year I didn't manage to overcome my irrational feelings. Because I put my feelings into words so succinctly last year, I hope you will forgive me for repeating myself.
September 2007...
... I lay in bed listening to the rain beating against the window and realised that autumn is well and truly upon us here in Mid Wales. For me this means several things, the biggest issue being that all those huge and horrible spiders will suddenly make an appearance in our home.
Now I do understand that, like me, they would rather be warm and dry inside rather than wet and cold outside, but why can't they go next door? A few years ago, we were absolutely plagued by an army of enormous 8 leggers, I found them in the laundry basket, hiding in the tube of the spare loo roll and to my horror, one even appeared on Dave's shoulder whilst he was having a bath!
Over many things I am quite a normal calm woman and indeed spiders in my garden are not an issue. I love those cobwebs we find in summer that are full of tiny weeny spiders that if you touch the web, these little babies scamper in all directions, but... those big black crunchy beasts that inhabit my space from September onwards turn me into an hysterical and screaming girlie. Many a moment have been spent standing on the sofa (actually hopping from one foot to the other), shouting to Dave to rescue me from the advancing attack being launched across the drawing room carpet!
So this year I would like to think that I will not be so silly about those creatures that are, after all, just trying to survive the winter in the only way that they know how and that I will not have a conveniently placed size 9 shoe with me at all times, that I will not shriek and cry like a thing possessed and I won't become so paranoid that I check the loo roll before every use of the facilities.
Today 2008, this afternoon I gathered some greenery to be used in a floral display and drove to my friend's shop to choose some flowers and have a quick cup of tea with her. I knew the migratory patterns had begun again when I looked in the car rearview mirror to discover that I was wearing a very jaunty and uninvited hat.
Scene - I needed to pull the car over and park, I needed try to stay calm long enough to negotiate the lorry coming in the opposite direction down a not quite wide enough street and I really, really needed to leave the car as quickly as possible and stand on the pavement screaming and waving my arms around.
Thank goodness Dave was with me and he realised by the gentle lullaby-like sounds eminating from my mouth that something was up... up on my hair marching towards my forehead, the something being... no let's not name it, I'll just get upset again. Dave quietly, calmly and gently removed the offending beastie and deposited it outside the car. I love my husband!
Anyway, having written about the incident I think a cup of tea is required,
Chat soon, Liz
All images and text copyright Pretty Practicals 2006 - 2008 except where stated.
Every autumn I promise myself that this will be the year when the hysteria stops and that I will get to grips with my fear and loathing, needless to say last year I didn't manage to overcome my irrational feelings. Because I put my feelings into words so succinctly last year, I hope you will forgive me for repeating myself.
September 2007...
... I lay in bed listening to the rain beating against the window and realised that autumn is well and truly upon us here in Mid Wales. For me this means several things, the biggest issue being that all those huge and horrible spiders will suddenly make an appearance in our home.
Now I do understand that, like me, they would rather be warm and dry inside rather than wet and cold outside, but why can't they go next door? A few years ago, we were absolutely plagued by an army of enormous 8 leggers, I found them in the laundry basket, hiding in the tube of the spare loo roll and to my horror, one even appeared on Dave's shoulder whilst he was having a bath!
Over many things I am quite a normal calm woman and indeed spiders in my garden are not an issue. I love those cobwebs we find in summer that are full of tiny weeny spiders that if you touch the web, these little babies scamper in all directions, but... those big black crunchy beasts that inhabit my space from September onwards turn me into an hysterical and screaming girlie. Many a moment have been spent standing on the sofa (actually hopping from one foot to the other), shouting to Dave to rescue me from the advancing attack being launched across the drawing room carpet!
So this year I would like to think that I will not be so silly about those creatures that are, after all, just trying to survive the winter in the only way that they know how and that I will not have a conveniently placed size 9 shoe with me at all times, that I will not shriek and cry like a thing possessed and I won't become so paranoid that I check the loo roll before every use of the facilities.
Today 2008, this afternoon I gathered some greenery to be used in a floral display and drove to my friend's shop to choose some flowers and have a quick cup of tea with her. I knew the migratory patterns had begun again when I looked in the car rearview mirror to discover that I was wearing a very jaunty and uninvited hat.
Scene - I needed to pull the car over and park, I needed try to stay calm long enough to negotiate the lorry coming in the opposite direction down a not quite wide enough street and I really, really needed to leave the car as quickly as possible and stand on the pavement screaming and waving my arms around.
Thank goodness Dave was with me and he realised by the gentle lullaby-like sounds eminating from my mouth that something was up... up on my hair marching towards my forehead, the something being... no let's not name it, I'll just get upset again. Dave quietly, calmly and gently removed the offending beastie and deposited it outside the car. I love my husband!
Anyway, having written about the incident I think a cup of tea is required,
Chat soon, Liz
All images and text copyright Pretty Practicals 2006 - 2008 except where stated.
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