On Wednesday night about half past midnight my darling Kchan became convinced there was a giant spider on our ceiling. Being the concerned sweetheart he is he immediately woke me (just as a sidenote Chibi was sleeping quite peacefully, drifting into dreams and have recently had a couple of major insomnia issues in the last few months, no pressure) and turfed me out of bed whilst he looked for said spider. Cue a rather dazed and confused Chibi stood outside the bedroom believing World War III had occured in the bedroom. K-chan explained, Chibi (not the biggest spider-lover in the world) immediately concerned and envisioning ideas of napalming the entire bedroom in order to get some sleep.

Bedroom napalm averted after K-chan reassures Chibi that there is no spider and goes back into bedroom. Chibi checks entire flat for spiderage and after flushing  some black fluff down the toilet just in case of spiderage creeps back into the bedroom (further sidenote, our flat seems to to be Party Destination Number 1 for every type of spider and moth so Chibi's weirdness is justified) and slips back into bed.

1:30 am and Chibi is still not asleep launching into insomnia. Kchan meanwhile, being so proud of his Spider Hating Instrinsic Task Expedition (SHITE) , has merrily gone back to sleep and as full recognition of Acute Manliness(tm) has sprawled across the entire bed. Chibi is not amused and shoves Kchan over to his side which simply provokes a mumble of happiness and an adjustment into an L-shape which still take sup the bed.

After further spider checks (just to be sure) Chibi gives up on natural sleep and raids the pill box.

Kchan very guilty (or at least he said he was between laughing)

The only acceptable spider in our house is Charlotte. She is a wolf spider who lives in the corner of the bedroom and keeps the room free of mothage, fly-age and general bug-age. She is acceptable.

In other news, my form have been locked out until Christmas due to trashing it one too many times. This time it involved other members of Year 11 two baguettes and a broken ceiling tile. Form group tight-lipped over names and so the lot has been locked out. (obviously as revenge, four of them set off the next day to trash the other forms rooms).

Luckily it was an English department decision so I could wash my hands of it. Sadly though it means no Christmas decorations in my teaching room, it's too much stimulation for a group who are in too much trouble as it is. One lad I could quite cheerfully garrotte with his own tie (when he's away I have a great deal of trouble trying to be concerned for his whereabouts).

Although most of the kids have met K-chan  as he came to Battle of the Bands on Thursday night (very loud and very good, with a Year 8 and sixth collaborative band being more professional than any pub band I have EVER seen). The general consensus is "handsome".

We also went to see the Midsummer Common fireworks on Wednesday night. Excellent fireworks and great fun on the funfair. Getting out of Cambridge proved the murder though, although we did bump into Elliott which was pleasant surprise. Elliott is the most contradictory guy I know in terms of being the most crazy and yet still the most detirmined and stable. It's odd. We condoled him on the exploding of his car (a sweet little Clio called Nicole).

Dantes is fine by the way (getting increasingly worried for him; a lot of nearby cars seem to be committing suicide and this cannot be good for his mental health, I should get a signed picture of James May for his dashboard or something).

In other news I bought a USB-powered Christmas Tree ... it's utterly adorable and currently shining on my bedside table and I am making Kchan a coffee cosy in the shape of a cat for christmas.

Kchan has assured me he will not hallucinate Giant Spiders on our ceiling tonight or will leave me sleeping in case of that eventually.