On Wednesday night I was visited by bloodsuckers.
No. Not Her Majesties Inspector of Customs and Taxes (just for once), but by a mosquito or three.

This as punishment for sleeping ''au naturelle'' with windows wide open and no curtains (no change there then) to combat the muggy night air.
Yesterday I came out in a rash.

I have six bites, five to upper thigh, one to knee-cap and one to upper left arm. Initially I felt nothing as these mozzies inject a local analgesia. These have now erupted into reddish weals, which I have been informed will itch like crazy this time tomorrow.
I just feel so insulted.

Vampire , yes!

but am I so low down the food chain that I get feasted on by mozzies?

Have I become that low-rent?
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. We live in a low-lying wetland environment here. Three months of torrential rain, pools of open water, followed by a mini-heatwave. Recipe for disaster.
Apparently, these particular mozzies come from ''Guatemala'' blown in on the jet-stream. WTF! why don't they just fuck off back there.
The authorities are aware of the problem, but have done bugger-all about it
I have been reassured

that no permanent harm of infection will be considered done unless I grow symptoms of being flushed all over, foam at the mouth, rant endlessly, etc etc.

But how will they know the difference?
