Weaving a web...

...across my door to the garden.

I broke its web, and it scarpered.

I came back, a couple of hours later, from from the potting shed and walked straight into a new web right across my face....

I couldn't find the spider...

Made a cuppa to take into the potting shed. And saw the spider on the floor before I opened the door. It had wrapped up its broken web and scurried away from me.

Now, I have to go back into the bungalow...