This morning, I brought up my first cup of tea, settled down to read some blogs and answer comments, and I felt a tickle on my chin. My hair is so long now, it is always bothering me; I go to bed in a plait. That started the day after I woke up, choking, to find my hair entangled in my necklace. I plaited it every night after that and it was about eighteen months later, when I was telling a friend who was admiring my crinkles how they came about, that the question was asked, ‘So why didn’t you just take off the necklace?’
Anyway, I brushed my hair away from my chin this morning and a big, fat spider jumped onto my laptop keyboard. It ran underneath but by the time I’d tipped the laptop, the spider had disappeared.
Now I have a spider living in my desk and/or bookshelf; using my stationery and waiting to jump out when I’ve got the hiccups.
I may never come in here again.
So long; it was nice knowing you.