Spider at the kitchen window

Genius title there. I hope anyone popping by appreciates the time and thought that went into said title. Maybe I'll pop back in a year and wonder at my own creativity and imagination...

I did think briefly about calling it cute kittenywitteny to trick all the arachnophobes, but I'm not that awful.

Today I've been making more preserves. I thought it would be a good day to try to use up some of the mountain of crab appples our one small tree has produced this year. I'm not thinking it was such a good idea now. I've been on my feet all day and I feel like my insides are going to drop out through my bottom. At ten past eleven, I'm still waiting for the damned crab apple jelly to thicken enough so I can transfer it to jars.

YAWN!

Mr Carter is bored and tired but I have a weird aversion to letting him go to bed before me, so I'm making him wait too.

Talking of yawning: apparently - according to TV series The Wonder of Dogs - dogs will mimic you if you yawn. Ours doesn't. We've been trying it all evening.