On a short leash

My two close friends called round for coffee this morning, one of whom is going through chemo.  She's got four sessions, one every three weeks and seems quite well considering what's being pumped into her.  She's determined to be well enough to go to Cornwall with us in late September, even if she only sits by the sea.

This jumping spider wasn't taking any chances about falling off the window.  Either that or its parent didn't want it straying too far.  It isn't any sharper in large view and the window isn't any cleaner.