The words reaching my ears at the post caused fear and trepidation for this writer.
“Anyone else stung by a bluebottle?” Dave U asks. Apparently he swam over one on the way across from the cat. Dave had been walloped as we were soon to find out.
Next minute I am waving my hand around trying to shake off the web-like strands encasing my hand and arm. Sticky bloody thing would not let go. I looked across and saw my nemesis floating ‘benignly’ a few feet away.
“Well don’t come near me!” shouts Richard.
Swimming back was fun. I was keen to exit stage right but the others were also keen to avoid any bluebottles so we swam breaststroke for a little while.
Missing out on the fun of a bluebottle sting were Judy, Bevan, Rob, Matt, Stephen, and Richard. It was good to see the Indo Idiots back from their travels.
Must check the beach tomorrow to see if any of those nasty blighters have been washed ashore. One can only hope!