Fleas fly South

We're off to France in a couple of weeks and it reminded me of a diary entry from last year.

Hot flushes and flea bites – sounds like a title to a song by Rod Stewart. Believe me it’s a lethal combination. Nothing should bite a woman with a hot flush. I’ve arrived at our house near Perpignan. It’s been shut up all winter. How did the flea and his family survive? Come to think of it, how did he survive the onslaught 4 years ago, when he was attacked by every chemical known to man; sprays, smoke bombs. even a little light bought off the internet with sticky paper all around it?. The fleas were supposed to gravitate to the warmth of the light bulb and stick to the paper. The only thing that stuck was my hair, everytime I checked for a flea. But now the fleas have a woman with a hot flush. No contest. I’ve stopped counting the bites as it makes me cross eyed but heaven help a traffic warden if he crosses my path over the next few days. He’ll get a right flea in his ear.