I know, it's my own fault!
Unfortunately for him though, he came out of the encounter a bit worse than I did.
I had approached him from the rear and very cautiously attempted to pick him up, however he suddenly decided to reach down and grab my finger in his claw.
I screamed and threw my hand up in the air, he let go and went flying upwards in an elegant cartwheel and then, gathering momentum, back down again, landing on the stones with a thud. And then he limped off back to the sea.
Luckily he only caught me across the width of my fingernail and gave it a good squeeze. But I can't believe he chipped my nail polish, the little begger! ;)
We were down on the beach at Cullen Bay with some friends. One of them, a hardened fisherman, had sat out all day on the rocks in the sweltering heat and all he managed to catch was an acrobatic crab.
To be fair to him, he has had better days. The other day he caught a shark, and has also caught catfish and a ray.
I had another fight when I got home. This time with the rubbish chute on our floor.
Now, normally I love our rubbish chute. You just step out of the flat, walk ten paces along the corridor, open the hatch and throw your rubbish down the chute! How convenient is that!
But not today. For some reason it decided to pick a fight with me. I lifted up the lid and tried to push the bag down the chute.
For some reason it decided to spit it back out at me. And all over the floor.
It was a terrible mess, avocado skins, mouldy tomato, coffee dregs, yoghurt, chicken skin, you name it.
I spent ages clearing it all up and mopping the floor in the unbearable heat (why is there no aircon in the corridor?!) and this time managed to get the chute to swallow it and keep it down.
I needed a shower after all the exertion, so I got back to the flat and jumped in the shower and guess what ..................................?
That horrible nuclear power station soundalike fire alarm went off again.
Aaargh!!!!!!!
