But you’ll make allowances for buzzy the bee, I hope 
Sciatica has made an unwelcome return, so I wozz doin’ Fishly-Equine exercises at 05.30. It’s a lot less painful, now, and I think that sleeping in the foetal position is a large part of the problem. So…65 years of sleeping habits must be unlearnt. Meh.
Soo xx
Ow! Poor wee Bee. Good that the Fishly-Equine contortions are helping.
I am being entertained by Mr Bee’s enthusiastic employment of his new Bosch Shreddy Thing. I had encouraged him to also buy ear defenders and wish that he’d bought two pairs, frankly.
Soo xx
Boys with toys eh wee Bee?
Here my edake is not liking poppy pills and kept at bay by poppy juice…
I hope that That Birdie is ok…
Friday Afternoon Madness?
I have delivered my sample & then went to do a little shopping.
Farmfoods was visited, so it may be FFS later, wiv TaTa Sauce
Carinthia. xx
You put sauce on fruit salad?
Okay then…
wanna fish-finger sarnie…
We are a broad church, after all…
Mr Bee is now employing the might of his Bosch Leaf Sucking job. ‘That Bluddy Ash Tree’ will be the death of him, he says.
FFS (for flip’s sake) that’s all I want, now.
Soo xx
And what about my coffee, eh?
Sometimes we create our own heartbreaks through expectation.
Gin might be involved, ahem.
Soo xx
Feral is doin’ the Happy Techy Dance.
Fink it might be a good time to visit the Strategic Gin Reserve in the bunker.
good-oh.
Any particular reason apart from the anticipation of profuse Gin?
Somefing to do wiv Ruby. Dunnarsk me guv, I just drink here.
Oh did I hear profuse gin mentioned?
Very sensitive hearing, bats.
Better close the bunker door behind you Just In Case.
Tsk, where’s yer Risk Assessment?
A convivially relaxed bat could crash into that and do himself an injury.
I can think of worse ways to spend my final moments…
Just don’t bleed into the gin and ruin it for everybody else, eh?
