Incy Wincy

Nice day today, girls were really good and had quite a late night. They had been in bed about 20 mins and I could hear them giggling and chatting...then the laughter turned to terrified screams.

Another spider! On the princess net above Jeannes bed....and Lily wasn't here to give me moral support.

I did attempt to get the spider catcher on it but frankly I was too scared. A *really* bad role model for my girls I know.

So the only solution was for the girls to sleep in my bed and I took the sofa.

Grandad Dave came and moved him safely outside today (Saturday) The spider situation made me feel a bit sad - coupled with the odd week I'm having...it seemed to confirm that sometimes I'm just a bit crap at living on my own or at the very least not having *someone* I can call at 10.30pm to come and help me out.

I can put out the bins, do the DIY, ring the insurance people and I don't wish to gender stereotype but I can't do the spiders. I just can't.

"Words are like the spider's web: a shelter for the clever ones and a trap for the not-so-clever"

I'm feeling like the latter tonight.