Right.
Will have to relate this tale on here, cos if I tell the wife she will throw the biggest wobbler since the invention of wobblers!
Here goes.....
Decided to grab a quick shower before tea tonight. Suitably washed and scrubbed, I grabbed the towel off the back of the bathroom door and began to dry off, starting with the upper body and gradually working southwards so to speak.
Wrapped the towel around my waist for a moment as I stepped out of the shower, in order to continue the drying process in a more spacious environment, and when I removed the towel, well.........
Not quite sure how it managed to stay within the confines of the towel during the whole process, but there was this....
Spider.
Now, I'm not generally squeamish about these kind of things, but...
Lets just say it had become intimately acquainted with yours truly without even kissing me first!!!!!!!!!
Could have sworn it even tipped me a sly wink, in a feminine way of course
Suffice to say I may have had a bit of a tizzy fit and done an excellent naked arm flap around the bathroom.
Now I know that may sound a bit of an over reaction, but for some reason I suddenly had this image of little venom dripping fangs far too close to where a chap really does'nt want that kind of thing going on.
So, with that image in my head, toilet 1, arachnid 0.
One large glass of wine and three cigs later, I managed to look back on the event and laugh, nervously, but for some reason its not an experience
I would like to repeat anytime soon.
Or ever.
And SWMBO has a mortal terror of the little eight legged critters, and will never, ever hear about this.
I hope