I was standing in front of the television ironing my shirts for work, as you do, and probably watching cricket, knowing me. Well, ironing is pretty boring isn’t it? I like to have something else to focus on while I do it.

Anyway, I caught a movement in the corner of my eye and froze, with iron raised, when I saw this gorgeous little jumping spider hop onto the shirt I was about to iron.

Lucky little fella; if I hadn’t noticed him he might have ended up smeared all over my shirt. Arachnid jaffle. Yuk for us both!

The photographer took over then, of course. Out came the camera and I spent the next 20 minutes chasing him with my lens all over my shirt, the iron forgotten. Well, when it comes to a choice between wielding a camera or an iron there’s no contest, is there?

I’ve no idea what attracted him to my shirt. I mean, I know I’ve got good taste but he would hardly share it. He kept looking at me, with all eight eyes, as if to say “Keep your distance, big fella, I bite!” But would he stand still for a shot? No sirree!

Managed to get a few, all the same …