I am messing with my hair while avoiding work at the place which if I named I would have to kill you. For some reason, too much of it was dressing to the left. I guess I must have had my head tilted when I waxed it this morning. So I am rectifing that when I find a small twig or leaf in my hair, I pull it out and place it on my desk. THAT IS NOT A TWIG THAT IS A WASP!!!!

I shriek in a very manly way and roll my chair as far backwards as it can go. The wasp is obviously scared and intimidated by my high pitched yelp and it flies out of the window. I regain my composure and sit back down and realise that the bugger has stung me. I use my mother's miracle cure for everything and run it under a tap. Wasp sting? Cut your knee? Appendicitis? Period Pains? Run it under the tap.

Just so you, my dear readers, know how important both of you are to me, as the water was soothing the pain and even before I started thinking of going to Tesco for some cream, I thought "Great my blog readers can get a cheap laugh from my pain - must write this down". Hmm, the area around the sting is swelling up. I visit NHS Direct and suddenly get scared about the possibility of Anaphylatic shock and possibly death!

No mustn't go into shock and die.
Must finish blog post.
Must make people laugh.