Hanging on

While Rich was sawing, this bee clung onto the back of his knee.  He was so insistent on staying there that he even walked down the garden with Rich for a photo in the sunshine.  He was then rescued.

My legs seem to be getting used to crouching. I can now walk up stairs only needing to hang on with one hand. 

Another bath finished off the day for a finished off me.  But the decking is taking shape.