I’ll bee off to bed, wishing you all best dreams and gentle rest.
Soo xx
I need a good strong drink as I have the taste of the stuff used in root canal dentistry in my mouth and it’s horrible
Thank you wee bee
Your relatives are feasting on the snowball tree and the cherry blossom in our garden
I love the way that they have panniers of pollen
I’ve been opening me windows in the morning and welcoming the occasional misdirected bee.
(They’re more misdirected after they’ve found the mead.)
Now I wouldn’t claim to be totally on top of PACE 1984 as amended but that sounds more like pre-Wolfenden entrapment to me (‘notebook at the ready, Sergeant’)…
Sparrer, wot are you up to?
Same here but going absolutely crazy for the unremarkable flowers of my laurel hedges. In the recent sun there were hundreds. I’ve no idea where their hive is.
… & the conservatory is attractice far too many bumbles. Daft beggars won’t be helped out either.
The bee makes the honey… my mad Swedish mate makes the mead… I drink the mead… circle of life innit?
yardarm
Makes sense to me.
The Fish Quay calls, today, as it will be raining everywhere and the Quay is perfectly tolerable in the wet.
Soo xx
Bacon butties ready
Scary sky here - it’s blue not grey
Should I worry?
Um … He’s not mad, he’s Swedish.
I think he is a bit mad even by Swedish standards.
I have met Swedes too, you know.
Have seen rather more wasps than I would like, but none inside, Thank God
I need to go out at some stage today, but am waiting for a parcel,so hovering (!) within earshot of the doorbell
Very wearing…
Carinthia.xx
That would be > 0 ?
I will have to fire up the Wasp Toaster…
Carinthia.xx
\_____/ fer hot buttered wopses
You have a use for defunct wopses, Gus?
How 'bout if they have been Eradicated by a Fish and there’s pretty much just a small plume of nasty-smelling smoke left?
My much lamented late MiL had the particular knack of being able to slice a wasp in two with a palate knife. I witnessed this feat on several occasions. Mr Bee, usually a total softie, found a parasitic wasp sneaking around the entrance to our masonry bees’ nest and the Radio Times was employed with impressive vehemence. Thwack! Thwack! Thwackity-thwack!
We had a good lunch on the Fish Quay and spent shedloads of money in the Monger’s. The Knitting Fishwife was asking after you, Carinthia xx
Soo xx
Ooh
Lunch at the Fish Quay
Happy memories, & of The Knitting Fishwife too
One of my favourite days out
Carinthia.xx