Arachnids

There was one there again today. They're definitely stalking me, sitting there in the corner of the sink, black, enormous, hairy, threatening, legs splayed, beady eyes (if I were close enough to see) staring at me, willing me to look down and see them before scuttling off to the other corner of the sink while I charge off round the school looking for some kind soul to come and do the necessary.
I know it's a different one each day because I always insist that my rescuer kills the little beast rather than just putting it outside. If you do that, they just wait till your back's turned and sneak back in again. But what I don't understand is why mine is the only sink they gravitate to? Or maybe I do. It's like I said, they're stalking me...

Plaster board and dust

So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...