I remember how badly you were bitten by mosquitos that first summer holiday in Cortijo Grande.  You must've had very sweet blood.  You had so may bites everywhere, even in your ears! Poor you!  I think you and K opened the balcony door in your room at dusk and a few made theie way in and spent all night enjoying nibbling you.  The next evening before bed Dad and I shut ourselves in your room and blitzed it.  We got about a dozen of them, the revenge of seeing them splat against the walls held a certain satisfaction.  But after that we were much more careful to always use sprays, plug-ins and to check the bedrooms before sleep.