Shared home

You never really own a home, you share it. You don't want to, but you do. Things I don't want to share my home with include flies, wasps and rodents.

My wife and I are different. When it comes to cobwebs, Mrs H spends her time flicking the feather duster into the many nooks, crannies and corners where, magically, they appear overnight. But I rather like the cobwebs, which indicate their architects, spiders, creatures that are on my side!

To survive, they must be hoovering up little unwelcome insects. But maybe I need a tarantula, to get those darned bluebottles!