Just about to drop off to sleep last night when I decided I needed a drink of water. Switching on the bedside lamp, I saw one enormous spider, very black legs, sitting relaxing on the fluffy white sheepskin rug beside the bed.  I shot out of bed on the opposite side, ran to get the spider-catcher from the airing cupboard praying that it would still be there when I returned. It was. It was very obliging and I scooped it up and moved it to spider pastures new.   Reading a chapter of a gory thriller last thing plus the spider episode meant it took a while to get off to sleep. Getting back into the swing of writing following the week at Swanwick. Sent off some short stories.