Dad called me before to remind me that I hadn't called on Boxing Day or new year's. He hadn't seen his mum for a couple of weeks before Christmas and said today she didn't talk.
Was going to continue the woe post but a fucking spider appeared over the door frame on the cornice and I had to climb on the couch to try to reach it. I went for it with a serviette but missed. When I went to look it started walking in my direction across the roof and I jumped back then grabbed my blue foam exercise roller and climbed back on the couch but the spider was further from it now and it was awkward to reach. I missed again and the spider fell on the couch at my feet and I jumped back like a girl and felt all icky thinking it was on me, then I threw the pillows and rug off and still couldn't find it. Finally did and wrapped my hand in toilet paper and scrunched it and grey/tan ooze came out. Even with the paper I have an almost involuntary flinch from it. Fucking spiders.