2 Today the bees are flying from Al’s hives – I haven’t seen them until now (though I’ve only looked on sunny days and there have been few enough of those) and was afraid that all three hives were dead. I think one of them is, haven’t seen any sign of life at all. Al will have a look next time he’s over – I’m thinking I’m going to have to learn to look after them too, at least the rudiments. I’ve never had ambitions to be a bee-keeper, but I don’t mind. I found last year that I’m not afraid to help out – unsurprisingly, some people are.
3 I’ve reminded the Sage that the deadline for getting outside junk disposed of is the end of the month or I’m getting a skip. He looked worried. He’s starting to believe I mean it.
4 Ben went into the downstairs loo and had a little chew on a toilet roll. It was almost new, of course I didn’t throw it away. Wicked waste makes woeful want, as they say. So we are using loo paper with teethmarks in. That still work, as we say in Norfolk.
5 Having sent out the final address list of Nadfas contact details, someone then told me he moved house in February. So I sent out a correction. And then someone else sent me another correction. I sent this address list out at least twice previously this year and they didn’t tell me then. It makes me look inefficient, but I can only give out information that I’ve been given. I take the view, however, that the more incompetent I look, the keener they’ll be to find a new secretary.