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A Sting in the Tale In 2009 I decided to sell my house in Les Rosiers sur Loire and move on to pastures new. ‘What’s that?’ The Estate Agent asked. He was pointing at a wooden door, a foot square set in the wall of one of the five caves under my house. (and no, I didn't keep wine in all of them). I opened it and out flew ‘things’. I wasn’t sure if it was spores or insects but I brushed them away and closed it. Later that evening I was trying to read but my face was itching, just under my left eye. I rubbed it, and kept rubbing it. (Lesson number one – don’t!) The next morning I glanced in the mirror. Quasimodo stared back. Big swollen bags were hanging down my face. My nose had doubled in size and there were angry, red sores below and beside my left eye. I looked in the magnified mirror and confirmed it – I was hideous. I remembered the door and my itchy eye and was convinced that I had been st...