I came too slowly, realising that I was not alone in the bed. Mmmm… It has been a long time since I awoke to having my face stroked. I opened my eyes and there he was scurrying away from me, surely I don’t look that bad when I first wake in the morning?
Now wait a minute, you don’t fondle me in my own bed and then make a run for it. I want evidence!
Where is the camera when you need it? Right young man, come out from your hiding place and face the music. Got you, a real beauty!
Do you think I should tell my daughter?
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He Hee! Not about the spider but Elly’s expression, after reading the first line 🙂 She couldn’t bring herself to read the rest but I did 😉 Fantastic reading, keep it up
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Gross. Eck.
Ah! girly spider . . . (sound tough don’t I?) I hate the things but I have become used to them. Its the ones I can hear walking that really scare me.
Baino do they wear hob-nailed boots? 😉
Not sharing your bed with anything with more than two legs is racist 🙂
You know, squeamish as I am, I can handle all these photos of spiders… it’s when Baino comes along and reminds me of the really big lads, I get serious heebie-jeebies! All I can hear are fluffy spider footsteps now. Bleaurgh.
That one spanned 5 inches!
Gosh, those hairy legs must have tickled a fright 😉
The thought of them still scares Elly!
Are you sure he was running away?
Maybe he was just going to put the coffee on and make you a cooked breakfast!
Tinks x
Tinks I lost that one.
(note to self) Slow down Grannymar! Relax and enjoy!
That’s too close for comfort!!
Shriek!!