I DON’T know what it is about my blood, but mosquitos love it – never more so than during a recent holiday with my wife to the Italian island of Ischia.

It’s a beautiful island but the mozzies are monstrous. And, for some reason, they like to feast on me while leaving my wife relatively unscathed.

After 37 years of marriage, I suspect the only reason she takes me on holiday with her is so she can use me as mosquito bait. She knows that if I’m nearby, she’s more likely to get left alone. I’m like those sacrificial goats in Jurassic Park – she doesn’t tie me up, but I’m there to be chomped.

The........

© The Northern Echo