I ruddy hate spiders. Well, hate is the wrong word. I am properly terrified of them. I used to be far worse, even a tiny spider could send me into a hyperventilating panic, and a big one once made me have to climb out of the lounge window carrying a one year old because it was between me and the door.
I sort of thought I had got a bit of a grip on it lately. A few years of living in a particularly spidery house in the countryside numbed me to the smaller of their breed, and the house I live in now isn’t very attractive to them, they are few and far between and mostly dwell happily alongside me in the far reaches of the ceiling corners. We have a deal – they don’t move when I am watching and they can stay.