I have fleas, or rather, our flat has fleas and I was greeted like a returning hero when I walked in at 2:15am this morning. You could almost hear the tiny cheers of delight.
What it means is that Agnes has gone to France and must have left some fleas behind. Time to get the dog and I both de-fleaed .
I have ordered flea foggers and in the meantime am sitting quietly picking fleas off my yellow trousers (they seem to like yellow) and putting them into a swimming pool, a bowl of water with washing up liquid in. I’m up to fifteen tiny corpses so far.
There’s something quite unpleasant about having fleas. I’m very itchy and not enjoying my infestation at all.
Let’s hope the foggers arrive tomorrow!