Summer, summer, summer time, summertime

The flies are coming to get me and the sandflies and the mosquitoes. I think it is very sexy to scratch yourself. The marsh fly is my new enemy or I fear he may become as he hovers and buzzes and choses to bite. How rude I say, how rude.

Meanwhile life on the road has involved slimming down my clothing into different bags only to purchase new delights. The new t-shirt emblazons "Surf like a girl" and I am still not living up to its claims or making them worthy.

Thank you, thank you for making my birthday the best one yet. I was without you but you sent me love on a global scale and (I resisted emphasising with a swear word at this point, still some English left in me) I MISS YOU!