Wow. Something actually new in my life, though not exactly welcome…
The birds that have been nesting under the eaves of the roof appear to have gifted me a gift that is keeping on giving: bird mites, in waves, dropping through the roof space and into my bathrooms. How generous!
These bloodsucking fuckers are rather gross, in that they bite, and are looking for new mammal, so I am currently sporting small welts where they have feasted unnoticed. Not anything like as bad as bedbugs appear to be, but itchy and horrid nonetheless.
All of this fortuitously corresponds to the death of the boiler that provides hot water to the flat, and this will be week two of bathing courtesy of kettles and buckets. So i’m itchy and missing having access to lots of hot running water.