Have you observed in this technological age that anything involving a telephone company and a broadband company is like dealing with Luddites? Since my move into the annexe and the family's move into the main house, my son-in-law has probably spent more hours on the telephone to these companies than he would wish to record. It should be the easiest thing. We want a telephone line and broadband; they want our money and business. I was thinking that I might have to resort to using pigeons to send out my messages... when enter elder daughter on horseback (sorry, getting carried away!) bearing a gift from John Lewis of a Three.co.uk mobile wireless modem. This useful gift is a life-saver while the telephone company and the broadband company decide whose turn it is to flick the switch to connect us. The modem is not the cheapest way to get on-line but I am assured that the broadband company will reimburse us by way of apology as they really, really want our business.
Don't these people know that it is time for Rinda's 2013 Scavenger Hunt; Alexa's Simply a Moment and before you know it, Storytelling Sunday3 over at Sian's place? Not forgetting the number of blog posts I haven't commented on recently and if that means Yours, please accept my apologies.
You may have noticed that I slipped in a photograph of bees after my rant. I hope it has held your attention long enough to read on.
This past weekend was quite eventful. The neighbours who live the other side of a large hedge at the bottom of our garden keep bees. It isn't the first time that their bees have swarmed into the garden. They usually hang off a tree but this time fastened themselves onto a post that holds up the vine attached to the house. Luckily, we were indoors but doors and windows had to rapidly be closed as the bees buzzed and fretted while being disorientated. We rang our neighbours only to hear they were away. After further inquiry, another bee-keeper was found who said that he would be happy to come and collect them. It was the start of the weekend, we didn't want to be 'trapped' indoors the whole time until our neighbours returned and, more importantly, the son-in-law and myself are allergic to bee stings. We gratefully accepted his offer.
The grandchildren were enthralled. It so happened that their parents were off to the Races that evening and I was babysitting. We spent a happy hour watching the bee-man and bee-lady using a smoker to quieten the bees down and then remove the nest onto a sheet they had spread on the lawn. My six year old granddaughter could not have been more thrilled when the bee-lady arrived wearing pink apparel, leopard skin boots and mauve marigolds. Not our usual Friday night entertainment but definitely one of excitement.
I am going to offer up the photograph of the bees for Number 9 on the Scavenger Hunt List: A photo with someone or something that is clearly out of place or doesn't belong.
Until the next time, thanks for joining me.