Now, where did I get to with those bee puns?

Grrrrrrrrr.  Just typed my witty commentary and then our internet got stuck and I lost it all. We may as well just use carrier pigeons and be done with. Here's the abridged version:

Starbucks with Mr DA, then he went north to the test match while I've been at my computer interspersed with buying groceries, cat minding, doing laundry, dealing with the dogs and taking the odd picture of bees. Too humid to walk the dogs and shorts weather in Yorkshire too, apparently. Basil is whinging for his tea as I type, which is how I know he's okay.