It was in the dark of cinema that I discovered my inner thigh was unstoppably appetising.
Alas, it wasn't being munched down on by an exciting man, or a desperate woman - but by bugs.
I'm suddenly covered in vicious insect bites that are really rather sore, deliciously temptingly itchy, and curiously placed.
Correct. There is one on my bum. It makes cycling peculiar.
The one thing that soothes them is Deep Heat. Although... *new fact*... am learning to be careful where I apply it.