Facts have it that there are four seasons in the year – spring, summer, autumn and winter. What facts forget is the tiny but important fifth season, which comes between summer and autumn, ie now, and which we are right in the middle of: spider-in-the-face season.
It’s not only facts that forget this. I forget, too. Every year. Downstairs in the sweet September morning, cup of tea in hand, open the back door, head to the writing shed, everything to live for, and WHAMMO. Spider in the face. A 12ft web around the head, tea everywhere and eight arachnid eyes peevishly staring into mine, going, “I’m sorry. Did you want to use that door? It’s just I thought I’d pop a face trap over