-What? Straight out to the field?
-Yep.
-No fly sheet?
-Nope.
-No fly mask?
-Nope.
-No suncream on my nose?
-Nope.
-None of that whiffy oil stuff rubbed on my belly?
-Nope.
-...or around my... you know...?
-Nope.
-Please?
-NO!
-But...
-Bailey, it's raining. It's been raining so much, not even the birds are flying. There won't be any midges to bother you today.
-But why won't you rub the oil stuff into my-
-Because for once, I can start the day without having to wrestle half a ton of horse into a glorified net curtain and then grease up his genitalia.
If you've got a pink-skinned sweet-itcher, a wet week in August is a chance to smell of something other than suncream and neem oil!
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