It must be a day for mildly distasteful encounters with creepy crawlies.
While on the train this morning I felt something tickling the back of my neck, so I felt around and removed what I thought was a lump of grit or fluff.
Then the lump walked down my finger.
It was a ladybird, one with a "fuck you" attitude.
A few minutes ago, Emma opened a sealed pack of pitta breads, which turned out to be the home of a fat fly. Yummy!
