The Bee's Knees

After teenage rows with my dad, he would always apologise and say he thought I was the bee's knees. I never really understood why bees knees are so great, but now I know its where honey bees store their pollen; the orange sacs on their knees! 

I have prepared the kitchen floor for painting, and planted out the bedding we bought weeks ago. Marc went for a cycle without me, I didn't fancy it. I hope this isn't a bad sign....