Yesterday after me, G and my brother went swimming in a river off Little Langdale Tarn (it was awesome, the water was warmer than the sea in France, and the private pool in France), I got bit on the palm on the hand by an insect, probably a clegg (sp?), and now I can’t grip things anymore, and my fingers don’t seem to be moving too easy. But I can still type, I’m sure you’ll be glad to hear.