I may have mentioned in a recent post (or two) that I love Autumn.
I love the colours of the leaves, the low sun and crisp mornings when the mist has just cleared.
I love leaving footprints on fresh dew.
I love watching my own breath on the cold morning air.
In late Autumn, I love jumpers, and cups of cocoa.
But I hate spiders. And with Autumn comes the influx of spiders, creeping under doors, edging their way around the skirting board, peeking out from behind furniture to taunt me. One was blazen enough to walk across my bedroom floor. I knew it was there because I could here its footprints. From downstairs.
And every year they get bigger. I thought things were supposed to get smaller as you got older. Like Milky Ways and Creme Eggs.
It comes to something when you have to get your son's friend to get rid of one for you. Yes, he was only 7 at the time. But I think it is important to encourage their bravery, good character development stuff.
Hopefully, they have retreated back to their nests *shiver* for Winter now.
So it is probably safe for me to come out from under my duvet now, yes?
Joining in with The Gallery at Sticky Fingers.
