If you have bees you have to take the rough with the smooth and the stings with the not so stingy
things. Yesterday Paul was “manipulating” the bees ; well sort of sorting through the hive after the (wretched ) queen had flown with her swarm .. but not so dire actually, because a good several thousand bad tempered bees remained (all vicious ,ugly and mad for no reason except that they had had a bad day as far as anyone could work out ).. it reads sort of like a low budget thriller or historical (hysterical in my case, if I have to go anywhere near the things ) novellette as we are hoping they will hatch a virgin queen to replace the queen that bunked off, but until such times as they do this, it is all hormones,aggression and tears before behive time. So much so that the evil varmints got into paul’s beesuit and stung him on the neck ! .. well if you are thinking this could be curtains for our hero , its wasnt thankfully ! although it could have been ,had he had a bad reaction … I would have been none the wiser as he could have collapsed half a mile away , and the silly thing NEVER has his mobile with him …as he stumbled back with the tell tale bee sting still stuck in his neck he asked me to scratch the thing off before the poison was pumped through into his neck… you do this with a grisly looking kitchen knife applied to the neck .. would have looked well dodgy to anyone passing by.. anyway all well that ends well !
Just remembered a brilliant rhyme from my childhood … half a pound of mulberry dust ,half a pound of treacle, that’s the way the money goes, pop goes the weasel… now what is all that about and how did it come back into my mind ??would love a mulberry tree ! and a medlar !
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