I remember the first time I tumbled down the stairs. I was around four years old, I think. I lost my footing and pretty much took in the whole set of steps. It hurt like hell and I began crying in intense pain. Mum came to see what happened and comforted me.
Last night, while going to the kitchen sink to fill the kettle for some tea, I endured one of the biggest frights of my entire life. A huge hairy house spider resting in that very sink. As a qualified arachnophobe I was rooted to the spot. It took my short housemate to obliterate the poor mite (!) with a paper towel and fling it in the bin. It is currently mating season for these monstrous arachnids, with males entering British homes looking for food, shelter and a significant other. Good times.