Is it just me, or are they EVERYWHERE at the moment? Massive, fat, hairy, mutant spiders.
The number of times in the past couple of weeks me and Mr G have been sat quietly watching a bit of Midsomer Murders or CSI only for me to leap up onto the arm of the sofa, screaming like a banshee to alert Mr G to an arachnid the size of a toddler galloping over our Larry Speare.
Last night having already been interrupted by the daddy of the family appearing from under the settee like a greyhound out of the traps, I was woken in the middle of the night by Mr G who SAT on me because he dreamt there was another one crawling on him.
PLEASE stop creeping into my house!!!