I was at home on Thursday night while Helios was at a Quiz Night with his work. I took the opportunity to do a bit of tidying. I walked from the bathroom to the kitchen and felt a crunch under my right slipper. I wondered how a bit of plastic got into the bathroom but walked through to the kitchen thinking “I’ll pick that up in a minute.” When I went back to the bathroom I discovered a half-crunched spider! I have a hard time with spiders when they’re alive or dead. It’s a proper phobia so I spent the rest of the evening in the living room, perched on the sofa like a parrot on Helios’s shoulder. I waited Helios’s return so he could rescue me.
Later that night Helios came in clutching his prize – his team won the quiz (no surprise there) and I was treated to a blow by blow account of how many questions he successfully answered before he rescued me from the spider corpse. Indeed, he answered 9 out of 10 questions correctly in the film round – all the questions were about James Bond films.
Of course, I’ve never liked bugs. When my parents were still married they lived in a house near some fields. I was about 3 when this incident happened and it’s Mom’s favourite story. A mouse invaded the house and, when I saw it, I climbed Mom like a monkey up a tree while screaming “A BIG BUG!! A BIG BUG!! A BIG BUG!!”
I had a strange encounter at a charity shop this past week. I let a man pass me by and he looked at me and said “Espionage?” I can only image that he was referring to my appearance, I was wearing my red winter coat and beige winter hat. I said “No, it’s just my hat.”
Helios has started a blog about his favourite passion: films. Consequently we’ve talked about how we write. His comment about my writing was – frankly – a little disappointing for me. I just assumed that people reading me would automatically hear my voice. He maintained my voice isn’t in my blog. OK, I have to write about difficult subjects. I think it’s important to sound intelligent when I talk about women’s health. It’s not good enough to learn the issues and then talk about the nuisances in a condescending tone. He has a point though. It’s not me if I don’t sound like me.