I haven’t managed to identify my handsome spider yet – the one it looked most like in one picture was the false widow, but when I went to the description it said it had cream markings, which this didn’t, being smooth and brown all over with a rounded body and red-brown legs. And it was completely unaggressive, so if it is a false widow, it’s probably a male one, females being the stroppy ones who might nip. British spiders are not dangerous and should never be killed under any circumstances, as it upsets me. A spider bite doesn’t hurt, I’ve had lots – it’s the hunting spiders that might nip and they live outdoors, an indoor spider isn’t like that at all and knows its manners.
The first stage of my being defrocked as churchwarden has taken place, with the vestry meeting – the nominated churchwardens have been voted for by the (tiny) congregation. I put up two hands. Oh, and I chose the hymns today so I made sure they were very cheery ones with good tunes, one of which was Hyfrydol, which I mention only because it is also a good name.
I am struck, yet again, by how kind people are. I cheerfully committed us to having lots of flowers in the church next Sunday for a christening, and then had to ask those who actually can arrange flowers to help with them – actually, to do nearly everything. They are all far busier than I am, but instantly agreed and are really putting themselves out to help. I’m terribly grateful, and also secretly quite gratified that I have, at last, learned to ask for help, accept offers of help and not feel guilty about receiving kindness that I don’t deserve. If they hadn’t been able to, I’d have done it myself of course – but I’m very relieved that it will be done better than I could. Because the family concerned are lovely – it’s the baby’s mother’s parents who live here, in the nicest house in the village – well, the most beautiful in the loveliest setting.
I’ve been lazy about cycling – largely because I still don’t enjoy it one bit. But I do need the exercise, largely because I’m getting most awfully chubby. I really had to be quite resolute in fastening my newly-washed jeans the other day, which was quite dismaying. Back to the dry toast and plain yoghurt regime. I made lots of vegetable soup tonight too, which I will eat with an air of complete virtue. I have glumly cycled into town every day since, as well. The wind is surprisingly chill when you’re out in the open going across the dam (a dam, around here, is a road built across marshland or water meadow) even when the sun is shining.
And now I’m off to bed. Must be all this fresh air, but I’m frightfully sleepy.