Finishing Touches.

I wasn't allowed out to play today as we had a man fitting out new back door. Although he did a good job he did a lot of frittering about. He arrived to find that he hadn't brought all the tools he needed and had to go back for them; later on he was using a masonry chisel because he hadn't any stone blades for his angle-grinder; as a consequence the work took a couple of hours longer than it should have done.
The “extra” is of the door after he’d left.

As chance would have it, after mentioning yesterday about the vulnerability of bees to starvation at this time of the year, I had a phone call from a friend who'd been along to help an elderly novice beekeeper with problems. The chap is very friendly but is reluctant to ask for help until it's too late; his bees have now been fed but are very weak and will need a lot of TLC if they are to survive. It left me thinking that beekeeping is mainly the art of doing the "bleeding obvious," the trouble is that it only becomes obvious once it is pointed out. I'm sure that the old boy is now very embarrassed at making such a simple error but we've all done something similar and, such is the helpfulness of fellow beekeepers that he will get plenty of help to get him back on the right track.

I’ve just posted yesterday’s, “House on the Hill.”