INSECT TALES. Hurriedly though - Granny caught today between very big and very small. Very big is German handyman, cross between Actionman and Frankenstein's monster who is coming to fit a door in the kitchen next to where Granny works. Neither the banging nor Actionman's presence conducive to anything. Yery small is fact that despite vast amounts spent on flea prevention in dogs and feline, one of them seems to have by-passed the prevention and has become infested - worse, a flea has moved on to colonise granny who is now covered in red spots and itches. 'Must mean you've still got some oestregen,' says Beloved (Not helpful.) Adding that women's cleavage used to be used as flea traps because of fleas' liking for this hormone. (Oh dear.) 'Try scrubbing yourself with anti-flea dog shampoo' he says. Granny not impressed by this either, thinks offered remedy worse than affliction so will content herself with removing all clothes and dumping them in wash and immersing herself in bath with tea-tree oil. Then we'll see. (An excuse to have a bath anyway. She feels guilty about it here, given the lack of water. )
Having animals, children seems to lay you open to such things. Granny caught headlice once from eldest granddaughter - the ultimate in grandparently experience... tho' she was better off she discovered than Georges Sand who caught a bad case of whooping-cough from her grandchildren. Long after her liaison with Chopin fortunately.
Furiously barking dogs probably means arrive of Actionman.
Barking false alarm: good. Locusts are in retreat. Only 4 seen on land yesterday. However this island seems to have got off lightly compared to next door island - pictures on TV news of people running in clouds of them, beaches, roads etc carpeted with little red bodies. All too tired to eat though (a sweet picture somehow) so no damage done, and no sprays used, unlike here where, up north, they sprayed galleons of insecticide; another remedy worse than the disease, particularly as it seems to have been unnecessary; poor things all dying of exhaustion anyway.
A rather sleepless granny these days empathises; will head for her bath and maybe fall into bed for a while. Good. Beloved off for the morning; lucky him.