We have a problem at home. Flies. Loads of the little buggers. Because we live "Sound of Music" style up on the mountain there's loads of those wicked cool alpine cows around us with the bells around their necks chinking and tinkling merrily.
Unfortunately these cows poo lots and flies love poo.
It's only right now, they go away soon but for the moment Andy and I are fly hunters extraordinaire. Stealthy technique is required. We also need our anti-fly armoury updating so I'm going to pick up some super-sticky fly paper on the way home in le supermarche and if I see one of those tacky 1970's beaded doorway curtains I'm sure it'll also be finding its way into the shopping basket.
