‘I’ve never seen you move so fast!’ Graham is obviously very
impressed with my murderous actions. Growing up in Australia has been the
perfect training.
It’s 630 am and the last half hour has been spent swatting
and, dare I say, killing about 50 mozzies which spent the night supping on
Graham’s person. Last night it was frustrating, if a little amusing, to watch
Mr Fluffy nicely try to catch each mosquito in a plastic cup and kindly let it
out the door (whilst letting 7 others in).
Refusing to spray himself with Avon’s Skin So Soft (as it is
too girly), he has woken up with lovely big bites all over his arms and legs.
I, of course, being unafraid of girly things, have gotten away with one or two
small bites on my ear. (Thank you, Donna). Mr Fluffy even refused the more masculinely-named
Mygg Stop as, in ever-optimistic mood, he would not believe the ‘myggs’ would
be a problem.
He was wrong.
After a sleepless night punctuated
with high-pitched buzzing and biting (from the mozzies not Mr Fluffy) Graham
has now moved on and is actively seeking out and destroying every midge he sees
with cries of ‘I’ll get you, you little bastard’, and ‘There’s more of the
bastards, where the hell are they coming from?’ The Mygg Stop is being sprayed
liberally around the van and the Tiger Balm is smothering the bites. Glad to
see my Aussie sensibilities are rubbing off.
We were hoping one or two would
pose for a photograph but I’m not sure they will survive the killing spree long
enough …oooh I hear the click of the camera. Perhaps he’s having a break from
the spree. You think you’ve got them all then another squadron comes in for a
counter attack.
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| final moments |
If you are thinking of coming to
Finland in July and parking by a fly fishing river – DON’T. We’re heading for
the coast.
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