I went for a nice bike ride this evening, to clear
out the mental cobwebs of a long, tiring day of work. All was well, until I managed
to slam into the only wasp that was out and about after 8pm, which then got stuck
in the sleeve of my cycling jacket and promptly stuck its arse-based
venom-laden sting-needle into my bicep. Now I have a swollen, smarting lump
that I guarantee will now keep me awake tonight and then itch like hell for the
next three days.
Bastard flying bastard stripy bastard.
RC 1-8-19
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