This week, I've been waking up in the early morning in the middle of dreams. They haven't been nightmares, but they have been 'dramatic'. One involved something going wrong with an Oyster card (yeah, yeah, how dramatic can that be? 🙂 )

This morning's was set in the kitchen in my old flat. I was cooking involving some mince. I dropped it on the floor and a spider the size of my hand came out from under the sink, grabbed some and went back under.

"Come and look at this spider," I cried out to L (not R, interestingly).

I looked down and this time, a spider the size of my torso came out from under the sink (how? there's not enough space!), climbed up me and started biting…

Of course, it was at this point that I wake (somewhat) up. Not in panic (I like spiders) but with a faster heartbeat than my usual resting one. I don't remember if the spider had Osborne's face…