Didn’t get the chance yesterday to blog, and to be honest didn’t feel like it last night either – so went out for a quiet drive in the car with Himself instead. Still wrestling with my inner guilt due to some of the thoughts I’ve been having of late and to be honest, as I’m no where near getting them straight in my own head as of yet, there is no way I’m at the point of committing them to paper. Writing my feelings down has always been a really good way of helping me sort things out but even mentioning the fact sends my guilt meter off the scale at the moment.

I’ve always said that if you care to pass me a stick I’d do a much better job at beating myself than anyone else ever could. Definitely not a good frame of mind at the moment and struggling to maintain my sense of humour. Humour will no doubt win out in the end; it’s the one thing that no one has ever been able to fully prise out my death grip hold.


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So belated Happy Birthday for yesterday to Kristy, hope you enjoyed your day.

Pooks is ill at the moment – she’s got the sniffles / a cold / the Flu! Didn’t stop her jumping up and down and running round like a mad thing when the tickets for Wicked arrived through, did it? But have to point out that it is really quiet where she works since she lost her voice.

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The saga of the house spiders continued last night, there was one in the bath. Now I know you’re all going to say that there is nothing unusual in that. Lots of people have spiders in their bath - they come up the plug hole. But you know me, I just have to be different.

I ran myself a really deep bath, added a very generous dollop of bubble bath as I was after a touch of luxury, found my book and settled down to half an hour soaking without anyone interrupting me at all. I had even got Himself on guard in the bedroom to ensure this happened. Of course, ten minutes lying on the bed and he was snoring his head off – but the thought was there.

The water was that hot that it took me a few minutes to get in and lie down. It was wonderful; I picked up my book and started to read. After five minutes I was vaguely aware of something dropping in front of me, but didn’t take too much notice as I was reading at the time.

You know when you get that instinctive feeling that something is not quite right with your world? Well I turned the page on my book and in the process just happened to glance in front of me….

At a fecking big spider fighting its way towards me across the bubbles.

I have never got out of a bath so quickly in all of my life,and it must have been years since I screamed that loudly. I’m pretty sure that Himself hasn’t gone from fast asleep to fully wide awake, off the bed and running to the bathroom that quickly either.

We did lose sight of the spider for a few moments, it had been the parting of the waves when I exited the bath. But it turned up again after we searched - nearly drown – so I scooped it out with a beaker and chucked it out of the window. I’ll be honest here; I didn’t undertake CPR so it may not have survived the experience anyway.

The Bastard must have been on the ceiling and I didn’t notice it. Sends shivers down the spine – just think, it could have actually landed on me – then the whole street would have heard me scream. BTW, Mr Bravery thought it was absolutely hysterical, so that’s another monster he’s failed to save me from. I doubt he’d have thought it quite so funny if he’d have been with me in the bath at the time.