The Joys Of Autumn

The Toddler is back at nursery!  As much as I love her, I really need the frequent breaks.  She’s very hard work, being nearly four.  The return to sanity is great.  And of course her return to nursery also means I’ll receive loads more paintings, drawings, collage things every Friday.  We need more cupboard space.  She’s such a little artist though.  Bless her.

Of course, the fact that nursery/school is back on means that the horrific experience that is the summer holidays in a small seaside town is over.  Ish.  We’re still inundated with middle-aged couples and old ladies.  I’ve nothing against these age groups.  It’s the touristy aspect that irritates.  It’s the stopping in shop doorways blocking entrance or exit.  I was in M&S last week, and when I tried to get upstairs, I found myself trapped.  The stairs themselves were blocked by old people struggling to get down.  There is however an escalator right next to the stairs, so I hopped on that.  And that is how I ended up stuck.  There was a large group of people just at the top of the stairs, doing nothing but blocking the way.  There isn’t a escalator to go down, so I was literally trapped.  After repeatedly saying “Excuse me” I gave up, and tried to squeeze past.  They all remained oblivious to my presence however.  Most bizarre.  And I faced exactly the same problem when trying to get down.  I would have resorted to using the dodgy lift, but I get claustrophobic in the things.  Grrrr.  They walk really slowly around town and block up the pavements too.  Grrrr.  And one particularly bizarre couple were most insistent that we had more than one shopping centre here.  Maybe they had us confused with a larger town or a city or something?  Given that most of our shops in town are down the one main street, and in the shopping centre, which is coincidentally on the main street, I was slightly taken aback by their aggressive insistence that we had a second, much larger shopping centre somewhere.  Hmm, I could be wrong of course.  But I do suspect that I would have noticed it.

One thing I’m less enthusiastic about though is the spiders.  Autumn is of course the time for giant mutant killer spiders.  I’ve had the misfortune of seeing loads on our upstairs landing and the stairs already.  Horrific.  None in my bedroom yet though.  That’s where they favoured last year.  Naturally it made going to bed something of a harrowing experience, given I’m possibly the worlds biggest arachnophobe.  And I really am genuinely one hundred percent aware that they can’t/won’t hurt me.  It doesn’t change the fact that I find them absolutely terrifying however.  Hmm.  Hate the autumn on that count alone.  None of the good stuff makes up for the giant mutant killer spiders.