Today I had my most scarring experience in France to date. My little encounter with Mr Spiderwinkles.

All was calm in my bedroom. Too calm. Little innocent me was lying on my bed doing homework when IT appeared. IT was huge, ferocious, hairy and as I stared into it’s 8 soul less eyes I knew that the end was near. It charged towards me at a speed that challenged that of Usain Bolt’s, but just before it could launch it’s full attack I made a break away and basically flung myself out the door. There may have been some screaming during all of this, so my host family was quick to come to my rescue, only to laugh at me!

I searched for all my worth to find the monster afterwards, after all there was no way I could possibly consider sleeping in room knowing that IT would be there lurking in the shadows. After a good 30 minutes tearing apart my bed Gwen spotted it on one of my posters, I was planning to kill it but when I saw it I freaked out and ran for the hills. Good old Gwen did the dirty work for me and took it away. I owe you one Gwen.

To spider lovers (Mum), I know you think that this is a slightly dramatic reaction but what can I say, I had no choice. It was either me or the spider. To future exchange students going to France: beware; the spiders are massive!

Other than my horribly traumatic spider encounter, nothing out of the norm has happened this week. I had a maths test (shudders) and a lot of homework, and was sick for the last 2 days (yippee).