My garage has been invaded by wasps. No, not White Anglo-Saxon Protestants. I’m talking about the yellow, nasty, angry, stinging flying, scare-the-pants-off-of-you mean arsed bugs. At first, there was just one or two of the stray little buggers that I swatted away and basically applied…

I began drafting this while sitting in the critical care ICU waiting room as my husband is valiantly battling to stay alive. Back at the hacienda, I have a few moments between hospital races to put this in some semblance of order, so please excuse…