I wanted to introduce this post with something witty and clever but then my friends decided to send me an obscene amount of BGT related Whatsapp messages and I ended up getting completely sidetracked.
FYI - I can't decide what I'm more embarrassed about. The fact that I know what BGT stands for or the fact that it's the only things my friends want to talk to me about. A television programme that I don't even watch. I'm barely even British anymore, ffs!
Sidenote: How long would I have to live in Finland before I could officially declare myself Finnish? Never? Okay, let's move on.
Today, I have a funny, yet deeply tragic story to tell. I've been building myself up to it all weekend. I don't know about the rest of the world, but right now in Finland, it's wasp season. Quite possibly my least favourite of all the bug-related seasons. Except spiders.
The weather has made an effort at being pleasant this last week and with the greenhouse disguised as a balcony, stuffed on the end of my living room, things have been getting a tad sweaty in my apartment. Being on the sixth floor of our building, which is higher than it sounds, Scott swore blind that we were out of the insect zone. Most importantly, out of the reach of flies and other flying bastards that include, but aren't limited to; mosquitoes, wasps, bees and moths/butterflies. Yes, I'm probably the only person in the world that doesn't like butterflies. *Shudders*