They have found me. The Flyie-bitie ones and the scuttley-lurky ones.
Specifically, the mosquito and the cockroach. (That’ll learn me to leave the windows open all night).
The former took bites out of me in my sleep – so much so that I had to get anti-histamine tablets to take down the redness and swelling – and the latter has installed himself in the corner of my shower.
Which is fine, if he doesn’t move. I can absolutely bear him as long as he doesn’t scuttle. Or wave his antennae at me.
Tonight I have a plug-in thing which is supposed to put them off. If that doesn’t work I will buy a mosquito net and pickle myself in G&T before retiring for the night…