The spider and I spent the afternoon lazing on the hot tin roof of the shed watching the trains arriving and leaving Southall station. I dozed off.
When I awoke the spider had gone.
A Curate's egg today.
1. A spider ran headlong into my freshly laid and perfect white mastic bead. It was stuck.
2. Deftly I helped it free itself and then I smiled as it wandered off with 8 white boots on its slender legs.