In the "what we you doing" series, I bet your heart didn't beat as fast as mine did a couple of mornings ago at 6.15am. Let me tell you the story...
Mr Petit Filoux got out of bed first and without his glasses on, couldn't quite see what that dark patch was on the wall. There definitely wasn't a hole from the previous owner hanging a picture there at that height...
Close you eyes, he tells me, I have to turn the light on. (Yes I was lounging in bed.)
Oh. My. Goodness, he says.
I jump out of bed and subsequently jump out of my skin too. There is the biggest spider I have ever seen in my entire life in this country right there, on my bedroom wall, chilling out above the radiator not far from the open window.
Mr Petit Filoux offers to squash it. I say no, it'll only make a mess on the wall. Call me an animal lover. So off I trot down the stairs and grab our biggest pint glass from the kitchen. And as if by magic, my nerves calm down, I trap the spider in the glass and slide a piece of paper so I can carry it outside right at the far end of the garden.
But before that, I insisted Mr Petit Filoux take a photo. For the record. The biggest spider ever in my living memory. Fat body and fat legs. Look, that's a pint glass. And there's a human hand for scale too.
You'll have guessed right, we've slept with the window firmly shut ever since.