A quite literal touch and not of the kind I enjoy. I was stung by a wasp on the underside of my arm. Not very pleasant. Trying to see the positive side: 1. I remembered to take the peaceful approach of driving insects away – blowing at it, instead of swatting (didn’t help, but hey, I tried); 2. I remembered my Mum’s natural remedies (crushed parsley and ice) instead of going for pharmaceutical big guns right away (again, didn’t help, but hey, I tried); 3. I can tell wasps from bees and am not as big an idiot regarding this matter as the local TV station seems to be (when reporting on a woman dying after a wasp sting, they showed only bees).

In other news, I’m enjoying a second crop of strawberries from the terrace and waiting for a single tomato to ripen. I also discovered my Mum gave me the wrong seedlings – not cherry tomatoes but oxheart. That means she’s no better at telling seedlings apart than I am, even with her 30+ years of gardening experience. Ha! ;)