'et' alive 1 August 2008
I had my first real evening al fresco in a magnificent garden in London last night and I got eaten by midges. Yes, they live by the river (as do my friends in whose garden I was) though those darn midges are, in fact, EVERYWHERE. Because I am unused to such fabulous social occasions and because I have been largely hiding from people, because I get too distracted and happy and don’t get enough writing done, I haven’t had to encounter mild to humid weather out of doors much, especially at night, this year. So, I had forgotten about the CREATURES that LOVE to chew on me. Honestly, I am delicious to the insect world. What I can’t understand is how I never feel it, the bite. And I have never seen a midge bite someone else, though I know I have been around when that’s happened. Worst moment for, which I did not point out to others or draw attention to in any way, was when I went to the loo after lunch and noticed in the mirror that I had actually got a double bit on my neck (there are others on back and legs) and that it reddened and paled with every beat of my heat…a pulsating blob…not good…
