Yes I firmly and traumatically remember that 70’s summer of difficulty! Got forced to sit outside by ‘well-meaning’ friends mums. Remember being at Cromer cricket pitch when my dad’s team were playing there, I had to retreat to the hot car. Terrified. A mum coaxed me out and I got as far as the picnic rug, saw a few and legged it back to the car. I’ve had a few incidents over the years on the Norfolk coast. I am proud of my children as they haven’t inherited it and through the years they have rescued me with mild amusement but always understanding too. I used to love them as a toddler but had a lot if them I played with and I think the neighbour boy told me horror stories about them and I proceeded to have extreme nightmares for a long time. On the plus side I used it as a subject in an essay once and got a top mark😂😂😂😂