Spiders and shopping and pointlessness

I brought some towels in from the washing line yesterday; they were dry but cold, because I didn't get home until late, so I hung them over the clothes horse to air overnight. So far, so normal. Folding them this morning, I pulled one off the clothes horse and a big spider ran up my arm. I don't normally object to spiders - I'm quite fond of the one that lives in the bathroom window - but running up my arm is just Not On. So I flicked it to the floor and squished it.

Shopping lists: the man in front of me in the supermarket checkout queue had nothing but a vacuum pack of naan bread and three boxes of organic flour; the woman behind me had nothing but two blocks of chocolate and two tomatoes. So, interesting meals tonight at their respective houses.

Finally, next Friday, a local unemployed person "blues musician" will be shaving off his hair (or "long, fair locks" as the local paper put it) in protest against human rights abuses in Tibet. So that'll fix everything.