Retro Blast from the Past

Remember these?

I do, because I get stung about the ankles every morning by the prickly little blighters!

When I was a kid, stinging nettles were part and parcel of growing up, every time you went out to play you, or at least one of your 'gang', would encounter a patch. Usually in a spectacular way, not just brushing past them accidentally, but usually falling out of a tree into gargantuan patch of them. Que, then, a frantic search for a matching set of Doc leaves that were rumoured by our parents to take the sting out of the, er, stings. Like that ever worked, it was more a placebo effect I think.

Anyway, my office is in an aircraft hangar-esque building, right in the middle of a whole bunch of fields, which is really peaceful and therapeutic until one of those gets you! I would be happy to consign them to the same place white dog poo went to...