I'm waiting for David to come back to the farm shop and I'm bored. I need him because there is a spider on the ceiling in our bedroom. I may have got better with the eight legged monsters over recent years, but I still can't bear them on the ceiling.
He's not going to like me. I've sent him there for potatoes. I've just remembered, we need green veg for dinner tonight.
I can feel a walk in the fresh air coming on.
Once this spider is gone and I've got some clothes on. I'm used to funny looks, but that's taking it a bit too far...