One of those days

Thank you everyone for your wonderful comments and likes and hearts yesterday. I will get back to you guys. I did mean to catch up with comments today. Hopefully tomorrow! 
Today was a hectic one (at least by my standards these days) with definite touches of the surreal. It began with the carpet who after much thumping and banging and trips up and down the stairs and in and out of the front door left us with a beautifully laid spare bedroom carpet. 
With half the morning still in front of us we decided to piece together the flatpack guest bed. That took us slightly longer than it took the carpet fitter to fit underlay and carpet. We finished about 4 hours later at 2pm after struggling with translating the instructions. It wasn't that they weren't written in perfect English. It's just that the perfect English made no sense to us. But we finished and our 40+ year partnership is still intact. 
So time for a cup of tea before MrsW disappears into the depths of the garden and I would head for the river bank. 
Just putting the kettle on and there was a knock on the door. It was Nicky from up the road asking if we had a ladder as she had lost her keys whilst walking the dog and was going to post her 14 year old son through the bathroom window to let her in. So I get the ladder out of the garage and take it round to her house. Her son clambers up the ladder and is through the bathroom window in a shot. "Have you been training him to be a cat burglar?" I ask. "Don't worry" she says, "Your house is safe". 
With door open and job done her son offers to help me back with the ladder. We start to head down the path at the side of the house, him in front, when he comes to a sudden halt. "What's the matter" I ask. "There's a swarm of bees out here" he says. The entire street at the front of their house was full of bees. 
After a bit of thought I decided to leave the ladder with them and leave by their back gate. It meant a journey of a couple of streets instead of about 50yds but discretion being the better part of valour it seemed the best idea. The ladder was returned this evening by N's son and one of his friends. The bees seem to have disappeared although a few are suspiciously loitering around the hydrangea in the front garden of Catherine's house which is between our house and Nicky's so who knows....?