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..In the garden earlier, a large flying 'yellowness' flew past me.
With curiosity I looked to where it had landed, to discover an altercation in full flow between a hoverfly and a wasp. The wasp, it must be said, appeared to be the aggressor. I took one or two snaps and then found it all a bit too rich for my blood. So I wandered over to some garden mint, and amused myself there for a few minutes, with gentler pursuits. (Like bees). Upon my return, there was nothing left to see at the scene of the crime.

So let us assume all's well that ends well?

(I use these phrases and swear, that until I blip them, I hardly give a thought to what they really mean).