Unusually I awoke last night. We opened the window. Then I couldn't decide whether to lie under or on top of the duvet. And do I change to the 'summer' one tomorrow?
Tossing and turning, turning and tossing, I felt some suspicious itchyscratchiness. Feels like mosquitos, I thought, and dismissed the idea. We don't get mosquitos in Brixton. A thought ran through my mind that it might be some bed bug or something.
I forgot about it until I was on the phone with my brother this afternoon. One of the subjects was the weather. We were agreeing that it was weirdly muggy.
Then he mentioned that there were far too many Mosquitos in Ilkley. Or midges, maybe. Yazooks! I exclaimed. I'm so glad you said that. I think I was bitten last night.
I just stood up and my instinct was to scratch my back. I think I have midgesquito bites all down my spine.
