Yesterday there was a very poorly Bee listlessly hanging around in my bedroom.
I decided to take action.
I built him a little shelter, soaked some loo roll in sugar water, and put the ailing Bee inside.
I watched him slurping up the nectar replacement through his little proboscis and left him to it.
I checked on him in the early hours. He was at the back of the hut, seeking lifeless. I feared for the worse, and even planned his Bee burial, with a tiny matchstick cross...
Anyway! Said Bee has just been making a right nuisance of himself and winding the dog up a treat.
He is fighting fit; he has literally doubled in size; and is a whole new Bee.
With the aid a glass and an envelope, Ive chucked him out of the window, and off he flew into the blue yonder.
Good luck, little Bee! ?
Worried I will miss out on my grandson
Changing from a Manual car to an Automatic after driving manual for around 50 yrs



