We fell out a few times today. We went to see the bees we moved yesterday and they had disappeared. I found them further up the tree we got them out of.
Geordie in the next allotment was doing some topless sunbathing so we had to go back later. We went armed with a branch lopper and I was going to cut them off when Beloved tried to steady himself, knocked the bees and they all fell off in a big angry lump.

I swore a lot. It wasn't his fault, but we need some calming down just like the bees. There followed three more visits for various reasons and we now have bee exhaustion.