Bee my, bee my babee.

This bee was on its last legs, I popped it on a chive. It's still clinging on to it's dear life.

Not a lot happening here.

Oh, well. Apart from.

My heel is giving me bother.
One of the delights at school called me a crazy woman. Fairly accurate to be fair.
The car is dying. I'm glad.
There is more wood ordered to make planters.
Hannah's off to the Dordogne on Saturday.
Fish and chips on the way home.