Today I spent most of the day cleaning... changing sheets, washing clothes, vacuuming floors and washing blankets. I am the quintessential domestic goddess. In fact, the goddess within caused me a small moral dilemma today.

I was vacuuming, and I am pretty sure I sucked up a handful of stones... I could hear them rattling and bashing around making horrible noises inside the vacuum. I did think that I should really switch it off, pull it apart and check, but I didn't, I just kept on cleaning.

Not because i had the urge to clean, or because I had fallen in love with the vacuum (which some men do... apparently). No, I kept on vacuuming because seconds before I sucked up that handful of stones, I had just sucked up a handful of spiders, complete with their web. And there was no way in gods blue earth that I was going to stick my hand in and check it out.

In fact, I wasn't even fully prepared to stop the vacuum at all, lest the spiders run back out and attack me with machettes and home made weapons. So I did what all good brothers and tough man-like domestic goddesses do...

Quickly unplugged the vacuum, race upstairs and dump it in my sisters bedroom. She can sort it out. Mainly because she has bigger biceps than me. And when it comes to rock throwing spiders, biceps are all the freaking rage!