I’m sitting in the garden in the evening sunshine, after a pretty mental week at work. There’s a red spider mite running around on the table; for a while it looked as though it was on an endless circuit around the rim, but after three or four laps it discovered my beer.

They move pretty quickly, so you’ll have to look hard to spot the pinky blur in the picture.

It now seems to be running around the edge of the table again, in the opposite direction. Unless it has a twin of course.