Sunday 24 April 2016

Spring in my Pillow

Too tired for Match of the Day I took myself to bed; lovely fresh bedding, washed that morning and dried in the sun. Surely my dreams would be filled with thoughts of spring and summer to come. Bluebells starting to bloom, swallows returned, first cuckoo heard …

As I lay down my weary head, the buzzing sound of a honey bee went from laid back to frantic. It sounded very close and angry. I took the pillow to the spare bedroom, emptied it from its case, turned the case inside out, and there was the bee. That could have been a nightmare!

Sue strongly denies any suggestion of retaliation for snoring. 

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