Don’t usually put random posts on my blog, they’re all about books! But felt I should have a rant. Surprisingly this is about Mosquitos and other biting insects.

Fortunately, for the most part of my life I have been happily ignorant of these pesky varmints. Don’t know why but they didn’t like me and I was quite content to let that continue. But no. This holiday I have turned into a pin cushion for some reason. You can’t throw a stick at the moment without hitting a bite on my body (and please don’t try because it will make me itch)!

I woke up the other morning with a mass of bites on my ankle. Are these insects making a reservation or something? They must be because without one no way were they getting a feed. My ankle is like the terrace seat overlooking the sea at sunset and the bugs all want a seat! Go away! I would swat you but I’m usually fast asleep at the time and don’t wake up until I’m furiously itching said bite, which is really not a good idea.

So, today, went out, in very hot weather, covered from head to foot like a shy Victorian looking for a quiet spot to go bathing – ha, bite me now if you can. Returned with a spot on my neck which is so big it must be another head and one at the side of my eye, which, if it had bitten any closer would have been on my eyeball.

Please leave me alone, I was not offended by my fly (pun) on the wall status….to be continued