Not the measles.

Last weekend we went to Rum. This is K's hand. The spots are midge bites. Her face, throat, arms and ankles are just as bad.

She didn't go swimming this morning because she thought it was not fair on the other people in the pool to let them think it might be something infectious.

I have counted my midge bites. I have twenty two in total over my whole body.

Sometimes life is not fair in my favour.