We weeded and we weeded good in yesterday's sunshine, filling a brown bin from empty. I wore shorts ... and meanwhile the local insect life indicated its opinion of this loss of habitat the way it knows best. Only at the end of the day did I look down and notice the machine gun like trails of holes in my shins and calfs, each with a little drop of blood attached. I thought this probably wasn't good. I was right.
Each bite - 16 at the last count, 6 on the left, 10 on the right - is now at least the size of a 10p piece, so that's at least £1.60 worth of bites, which is a heck of lot, I can tell you. (Update: with inflation, let's now say at least £2.00.) Hence the partial and patchy shaving - it's much easier to rub soothing unguent into smooth skin than into a forest of leg hair. I won't be wearing shorts again for a while. Fortunately the weather today seems to agree.
The good news is that despite all that close contact with plant life I didn't get a tickle or a sniffle, probably because all the histamines were rushing down past my knees.