Yesterday I decided to clean out my little gardener’s cubby hole, and then the ‘outside loo’ (oh, lucky me). When I shut the door to clean behind it, three massive spiders dropped down and hung there, blocking my exit. I jumped up onto the toilet, where yet another spider (or spiders) managed to find itself in my hair. Cue lots of shrieking and panicky flailing. Eventually, my claustrophia prompted me to get the door open and I ran down the garden, still shrieking, trailing cobwebs and spiders. Urgh! I’m itching just thinking about it.