I have been totally traumatised by the events of last night after I returned from Emba and the quiz (more of that later). We had gone to bed but John persuaded me to go across to the lounge and (a) look to see if I could see Minnie-Mou of whom there had been no sign and (b) bring over a couple of newspapers so that we could have a read in bed in the morning.
I threw on my dressing gown and walked out into the conservatory and opened one of the sliding doors and walked around the garden into the gazebo calling for MM. I returned to the conservatory and just before the kitchen door I trod on something that was soft and squidgy and I ended up with sticky gunk oozing between my toes - it was dark and I did not have my glasses on so I could not be sure what it was but was fairly certain it was one of those huge slimy slugs we have in the garden. I went into the kitchen and put on the light but without my glasses it was still difficult to see what it was - all I could see was a brownish black mess and the thought crossed my mind that it was either a sicked up fur ball or worse some runny poo but there was no smell so I took a further look to find that I had stepped on, and squashed, a TARANTULA and the goo was its bodily fluid - GROSS.
At this point I was feeling physically sick and called for John who came, peered at it, and declared that it was not entirely dead although once scooped up into some kitchen roll and flushed down the toilet I no longer cared. Then I felt like Lady Macbeth who could not clean the blood from her hands - even though I washed my foot and swamped it in antiseptic I could still feel that goo between my toes. I made John look up on the internet whether or not a bite is harmful - I didn't think I had been bitten but my mind was working overtime and I thought my toes were beginning to go numb... over-reacting - you betcha!!
Earlier today I went down to Paphos - firstly to play pickleball and secondly to call into Mum and Dad's to say hello to Uncle David and Aunty Joyce (dad's sister). They arrived on Wednesday. Usually they come later in the year when it is a little cooler but Uncle David is 80 on September 16 (he shares the same birthday as my Dad and John) and they are unsure whether they will be able to get affordable insurance once he reaches this milestone.
We were reminiscing about all the times we spent together over the past 50 or so years. Apparently when I was christened my designated godfather Uncle Terry (Mum's youngest brother) was away, probably doing National Service, so Uncle David had to step in as first reserve. We spent many Christmases together and holidays - I can remember one particular summer being at Butlins when we had to smuggle two adults in because they were extra to what we had booked - and they talk about the youth of today!
Mum and I went to the quiz at Sid's bar this evening with Janice and Ray. Our team formerly called Spyro's Neighbours has had to be rechristened Spyro's Ex-Neighbours as Spyro has now moved. We haven't quizzed for a month so we were a little out of practice and down on numbers but we didn't disgrace ourselves until round five - the stinker round - when we fell away from contention. We did win one round after a tie break and were rewarded with a bottle of white wine so Ray's drains will run clear for a while thank goodness!! My raffle ticket was the first one pulled for the jackpot and a prize of €600 which would have been very welcome but unfortunately I didn't have a clue about the answer to the question about a film starring Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor.
I had an uneventful drive home and was glad to see John waiting for me on my return. He didn't come to pickleball as he is nursing a knee injury or something has aggravated an old injury - we dont know if it was from the accident he had some time ago in the MFTF or whether it was when some little scroat decked him in Southport. He also had a number of little jobs he wanted to get finished as we have Debra visiting us at the beginning of July and he will want the place to look its best.
And so we went to bed and all was well until the Tarantula incident!!!
Earlier today I went down to Paphos - firstly to play pickleball and secondly to call into Mum and Dad's to say hello to Uncle David and Aunty Joyce (dad's sister). They arrived on Wednesday. Usually they come later in the year when it is a little cooler but Uncle David is 80 on September 16 (he shares the same birthday as my Dad and John) and they are unsure whether they will be able to get affordable insurance once he reaches this milestone.
We were reminiscing about all the times we spent together over the past 50 or so years. Apparently when I was christened my designated godfather Uncle Terry (Mum's youngest brother) was away, probably doing National Service, so Uncle David had to step in as first reserve. We spent many Christmases together and holidays - I can remember one particular summer being at Butlins when we had to smuggle two adults in because they were extra to what we had booked - and they talk about the youth of today!
Mum and I went to the quiz at Sid's bar this evening with Janice and Ray. Our team formerly called Spyro's Neighbours has had to be rechristened Spyro's Ex-Neighbours as Spyro has now moved. We haven't quizzed for a month so we were a little out of practice and down on numbers but we didn't disgrace ourselves until round five - the stinker round - when we fell away from contention. We did win one round after a tie break and were rewarded with a bottle of white wine so Ray's drains will run clear for a while thank goodness!! My raffle ticket was the first one pulled for the jackpot and a prize of €600 which would have been very welcome but unfortunately I didn't have a clue about the answer to the question about a film starring Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor.
I had an uneventful drive home and was glad to see John waiting for me on my return. He didn't come to pickleball as he is nursing a knee injury or something has aggravated an old injury - we dont know if it was from the accident he had some time ago in the MFTF or whether it was when some little scroat decked him in Southport. He also had a number of little jobs he wanted to get finished as we have Debra visiting us at the beginning of July and he will want the place to look its best.
And so we went to bed and all was well until the Tarantula incident!!!
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