Honestly. I was just standing there in brilliant sunshine on this very warm evening waiting for the bus to take me to choir practice.
I should mention that the bus-stop is somewhat aromatic, in fact it pongs. I dread to think what purposes it may be used for in the long dark evenings, but they leave their mark, whoever 'they' are.
It became obvious that I was not the only creature drawn to the area and quite a few flies were in evidence.
Afraid of missing the bus I had arrived five minutes early, and spent most of that time trying to find a shaded corner with fewer insects.
Suddenly without so much as a by-your-leave one flew up my nose.
I sneezed violently then blew and blew my poor violated nose as hard as I could (did I mention there were two other people at the bus-stop?) and, eyes watering, tried to explain what had happened.
They were laughing so hard they didn't hear a word of my feeble explanation and then thank heaven, the bus arrived. The driver and I have become good friends over the last twelve months and I told him what had happened expecting a sympathetic response. Not a bit of it, he laughed even louder than the other two passengers - most of the way into town in fact - and red-faced, cross and with a sore throat I turned up for a really busy rehearsal hating buses, bus-stops and most of all flies.
I just hope it died horribly. Serves it right!