A bee..?

..I'm pretty sure it's a bee, but it was the only bee of it's kind today on the plants. The others were bees with which I am more familiar. (Not first name terms or anything). Lovely furry underside anyway. (A mason bee?).

In other (inconsequential) news I made some scones. I rhyme them with 'tones', Himself rhymes them with 'Dons'. Both are right, according to lovely grammar expert David Crystal. (He is so worth seeing, should the opportunity arise to hear him speak).

Sometimes a thing happens which makes laughter erupt long after The Thing has gone...

The cooked scones looked fab (but oh Mary, your recipe was very sticky and nigh on impossible to roll out. So I patted them, glue-i-ly on to the baking tray, which seemed to have the appropriate effect).
I had (on a visit to a High Street purveyor of goods for less than a pound) joyously found a tin of something I hadn't seen for years.. Sterilised cream! Obviously I couldn't resist buying a tin. It said 'whip' on the tin, but I recall we used to shake it vigourously. So I shook it until it sounded 'done'.
I added a dollop of raspberry jam and a splodge of (admittedly grey-looking) cream on to the plate next to the lovely scones.
'Oh', said Himself..'Lovely, thank you'..
'Is it horseradish?'

Because that is obviously a delicacy in our house.. Scones and jam and horseradish.

Still erupting.