The only spiders I have seen are those fine, delicate whispy things with legs stretching approximately one and half inches. I counted at least 20, but they are difficult to spot. I've a mind to sweep them away, but I can't bring myself to do it - they must have working really hard, spinning away so diligently in their little homes.

Now, there is a BIG bugger, measuring two and a half inches - the grandpa of 'em all. He flexed his muscles and positively growled at me. I can rest safe in my bed, however - John the lorry-driver has fashioned me two gargoyles. They are all-knowing and all-seeing and watch over me while I sleep. John's very considerate; John and Judy, his partner, belong to our club and love real ale and folk music (as far as John is concerned, ale and lorries don't mix - let's get the lorry home, and then you can relax!)