During the past couple of weeks of autumn, the house I share with The Husband, The Seven Year Old and The Baby, has also been under serious attack from exceptionally large arachnids of the spider variety. Only days ago, I inadvertently created panic within The Husband when my screeches to come upstairs were misinterpreted as an indication that something was seriously wrong with The Baby. In reality of course, it was to rescue me and The Baby from the eight legged monster that had parked itself on the landing light switch, I had spotted it only a second before my fingers would have been caressing its hairy back!! The Husband was understandably less than impressed.
Since then, I’ve tried to contain the hysteria with limited success. And so, in future when my shrieking attracts raised eyebrows from The Husband, I shall consider reminding him of his own rather dramatic reaction when faced with a big fat pigeon one evening on entering the bedroom. But that’s another story for another day.