Thank God for that!
It was an acceptable 21 degrees with no humidity. Perfect beach weather.
I went there one day, armed with my book and smothered in factor duffle coat.
Well after last year's little scare I'm not taking any chances.
I sat on a rock, staring out to sea and contemplating my life.
It's all sorted for the next few months (yeah, right). I then set about finishing my book. I must be the last person in the world to discover the gem
"The Secret Life of Bees" by Sue Monk Kidd.
I had just gotten to the place where Lily, the main character, gets stung by one of her bees. The description of the sting was so vivid I was immediately cast back to the one and only time I ever got stung.
We had some apple trees at the back of our house. I was about seven years of age at the time. I was running around the back when.....wham. I ran straight into a wasp, who immediately reacted by stinging me just under my eye. I still cringe when I think of the resulting excruciating pain.
I'm glad that's the only time it ever happened to me.
I picked up my book again. I suddenly felt something flutter again my skin. I glanced down to see that I had trapped a big, nasty wasp in the crock of my arm! I immediately flicked it off and waited for a dart of pain.
A few seconds passed. Nothing.
Phew, I got rid of him just in time.
And then it hit me. It was as if a red hot needle had pierced my skin. The pain spread out like earthquake tremors radiating from the epicentre. There was no one near me on the beach, so all I could do was sit with my outstretched arm, paralysed in pain. It subsided to a manageable throb after a few moments.
How lethal must wasp sting be, if a millilitre of it can cause that much pain.
What a coincidence that it should happen just at the moment I was thinking about being stung. Then it dawned on me!
It must be The Law of Attraction at work! You know, the theory that our thoughts are sent out like sound waves, attact themselves to similar thought waves, and bring them back to you. So, by me reading and thinking about a sting, my thought waves went out into the universe, latched themselves onto the poor unsuspecting wasp and like a magnet drew it straight to me so it could unlease its sting.
Wow, that was quick.
If that is the case, I'm just wondering if anyone has a copy of
"The Week I lost 2st weight, met Mr. Perfect and won the Lotto"
that I could have the loan of!