Insect Ninjas
The good news is that I’m finally recovering from the Belly of Delhi. It was special. I recommend it to fans of crash dieting. My jeans are hanging off me in a super sexy way. Of course, it was also the least pleasant two and a half days of my life, but that’s the price you pay for the body beautiful.
The less good news is that Kirsty remains as attractive as ever to the mosquito population. It’s impressive. She only needs to bare flesh for a second, and they’re straight in there. Yet, despite the certainty of the attack, you never see them at work, only the terrible, swollen aftermath. They’re like tiny insect ninjas, silent and deadly, and somebody’s taken a contract out on my wife.
Still, she bears it with world weary good humour, as though becoming snack food was always going to form part of her India experience. Perhaps it was.
Still, biting season only lasts for, oh, another month or so…
Right. Off now to see if my guts will hold together long enough to get through the day job. Wish me luck.
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