My poor husband Bob has been plagued by midges and other assorted beasties all his life. They find him oh so tasty! Now it looks like we know why.
Apparently, according to research reported in today's Telegraph, they go for tall men. Men don't really come that much taller than Bob, who's 6 ft 4.
It's a shame, really, because there's not much we can do about it. It's not as if he can stop being tall.
They never used to bother me, but have started to in recent years, possibly because of all the weight I've piled on while being ill and not being able to exercise.
Sensibly, then, we've decided to go to Midge Den for our holidays - a cottage in the Highlands. That'll be fun. On the advice of a friend, who swears by it, I've bought some Avon Skin so Soft to see if that gets rid of them. I'll let you know if it works.