Arrgh. The mad social whirl is having consequences. Saturday we went to see a regatta outside Amsterdam -Rudder’s rowing partner coaches a girl who was racing there, so we went and hung out with them, spent a bit of time on her parents’ boat nearby, and lusted over the Olympic course (dug by hand as a works project in the Great Depression).
Yesterday we rowed in the afternoon against a ferocious wind that turned around in time to be a headwind both ways (they do that here), then scraped ourselves up and went out to a dinner party given by one of my colleagues and his boyfriend. That’s where the arrgh factor comes from: his back garden was apparently far more infested with mosquitoes than I realized at the time, and I’ve been scratching all day.
Either that or his three bunny rabbits had fleas, but I don’t see any black hopping spots and I do see lots of red bumps, so I’m going with mosquitoes.
I suppose that least I performed a public service. Other peopledon’t get bitten much when I’m around. Mosquitoes like me.
Uhm… yes. A public service. Could you come to my house, please?