Thunderflies in my soup

The title of this blog today could be a reference to a number of things. It could be:
a) A Bob Dylan album title
b) The title of a dissertation by a philosophy student
c) A quote by Peter Higgs about the effect of particles on a quantum landscape.
Actually it’s none of those - it’s merely an accurate description of what happened during my lunch break today. My appetite is still being affected by my summer cold (which I might not have mentioned before…) so I didn’t really feel like packing myself some lunch. Then, about eleven-thirty, I felt really hungry, so I grabbed a tin of Heinz Big Soup (chorizo & chicken, I think) and chucked the contents in the microwave for a bit. I had enjoyed one mouthful before I had to nip outside to sign for a delivery, and when I returned the surface of the soup had been invaded by a swarm of those little flying bastards that are barely bigger than the nib of a pen, but seem to have an effect on the human population that is completely disproportionate to their size. They piss me off in several ways:
a) they get in my eyes when I’m cycling
b) they crawl around my neck when I’m sweaty at the beach and cause an infuriating tickle
c) THEY GET IN MY SOUP.
And I think that’s enough a-b-c’ing for one day.

RC 13-7-17