It is summer in Cape Town. Hot sticky humid summer heat that draws every gogga and bug that happens to reside in the Cape Peninsula into our room at night. Or that is what The Husband seems to believe. Truth is we've had maybe 2 mozzies buzz through our room lately but that is apparently enough for the Husband to enlist the services of an ultraviolet bug zapper light.
Positioned on my side of the room and plugged into my hairdryer's plug socket the bug light is just waiting to do its thing and the Husband gets into bed with the anticipation of hearing a few snap crackle and pops of the insect variety.
We switch the light off. But the room is still filled with the unearthly glow of ultra violet light.
"I can't sleep with this light on." I moan.
"No, no, it will be fine," he soothes.
This from a man who has to get up and adjust the blinds if they have been shut up rather than down as there will be Too Much Light coming in and he needs to have a dark room in order to sleep properly.
Back to the glowing Griswold bedroom.
Ultra violet makes light colours glow. Our duvet is white, our pillows are white, our lamp shades are white, the unused white feather boa from Christmas is, well, white.
I imagine my eyes are glowing too, and not with UV light...
"But its too light, how can we sleep like this??"
"Just close your eyes, it will be fine, the mozzies won't bother us."
He kisses me and rolls over. And pulls the duvet over his head.
Seriously?
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