Flight of the Bumblebee . . . Rimsky-Korsakov

The morning sun was on the poppies and the bumblebees were having a grand time burrowing into the centres.
Later in the morning we had an exciting time watching on the computer our town house in Christchurch go to auction.  We haven't sold or bought a house by auction before.  Fortunately bidders did turn up and it sold under the hammer in about ten minutes.  The end of our story with the little house by the stream.
P.S last night's dinner went very well.  The lobster was delicious.