Introduction


Can each day be headlined by a word (or two) and represented by a single sentence?

Will they, in turn, weave together to form a tapestry of the year?

It may be more mundane than momentous, but it’s mine to share.

Monday, 18 August 2014

Incey Wincey

I have no wish to harm spiders, possibly a remnant of my adolescent Buddhist phase, but I prefer not to share a bathroom with one big enough to scare the cat, so late last night I got a yoghurt pot and piece of cardboard from the recycling bin, carefully removed the giant specimen from the downstairs toilet wall, deposited it in the back garden, and thought no more about it until this morning - when it leapt out at me from under the washing up bowl in the kitchen sink (presumably having made its way back, Incey Wincey style, up the drainpipe); a little startled I gave it a whack with the bowl and took advantage of its stunned state to scoop it up in a tissue and stick it in the outside bin – I did mention the Buddhism had lapsed didn’t I?

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