We appear to be living in an Iain Banks-esque world at the moment: I think that the linen cupboard has turned into a wasp factory! Sunday morning I opened it to be greeted with six wasps flying out at me, in some kind of mad, chaotic formation. I have to admit that I did scream at one point. Before I left for church I’d had to ‘deal with’ over a dozen of the scary blighters. Welcome to wasp armageddon!
Last week, I was shooing them out of opened windows. But my insect tolerance has now reached a peak. As I’m writing this, I can actually hear another one. Now, where’s that copy of Guitarist?