small stuff

A spider has built a web from the ceiling of my bedroom all the way down to my writing table, entrapping my German grammar book. The web is so uncommonly symmetrical that I don't want to remove it. It's been there for two days.

When I came home tonight my flat smelled of eucalyptus. My housemate has flu and she bought eucalyptus bubble bath to clear her head. The nostalgia almost made me cry. I remember sitting in my parents kitchen while my Dad used 'eucy' to remove 'use by' stickers from jars of boiled lollies that he was probably intending to give to relatives as Christmas presents. Tight arse.