Day Ninety-two

Feest Isolation Days –14 June

The deliveries have all been made. Again! The groceries have all been washed. Again!  The protesters head to London to protest Again! All of these things seem to have become the new normal.

There are some who are finally seeing others and getting hugs and cuddles where before there were none.  This must be a good thing.  Those people who live on their own are now able to create a bubble with another household and those cuddles and hugs have to be some of the best those folks ever had! Human contact is something we all need and thankfully, those poor folks who haven’t had any hugs can now enjoy them to the full.

Small tiny steps many of us are taking, yet there are those who are heading to protest ignoring any and all advice. It has been forever thus.  Sometimes it feels like the dinosaurs still walk among us.  Life in all of its splendid and not so splendid glory carries on.

This week was cleaning week (Again!) We have had household helpers for many years, but this week I had a new unexpected and unhelpful helper!  While I was dusting with my special cloth – that seems to be the only thing to use these days – a neighbour rushed by on her way to play tennis, (small steps!) and we exchanged pleasantries from my open window.  I said I was being Mrs. Mop and we both agreed we don’t like that job.  While we were speaking I pushed a dead bee off the windowsill with my lurid pink dusting cloth.  When she went on her way I returned to my cleaning and my duster did its duty along with my can of Pledge. 

When I was working on my husband’s room, dusting away I got a sting on my hand.  It stopped me in my tracks. I looked at the table I was dusting, and at my cloth, but couldn’t see why I should have felt anything.  No bees. Maybe a fly-tying something or other was on the table?  Who knew.  I carried on and finished the upstairs and dusted away in my study, finished his, and then eventually headed to the downstairs.

While I was dusting downstairs, Zap!  Another sting on my other hand!  This time I thoroughly investigated the duster and sure enough, there was the bee that I thought I’d pushed out the window. Can dead bees sting?  Well yes and no.  They can’t seek your skin out and sting you as they are dead, however if you were unlucky enough to put your skin in contact with their stinger, you will feel a sting.  My bee was probably not dead at the time, just dozy and not very happy joining me in the dusting routine.  If I was a bee and being swirled around a lot of dust laden with a ton of Pledge, I’d probably have stung as well.  I took off my rings on both hands as I now had two welts on my skin. 

My bee didn’t last long after I showed my cloth to Terry.  This time there was no escape for Bee.  The cloth hit the washing machine, at about the same time the antihistamine hit my system and stopped the stinging.

I know I don’t like cleaning the house very much, I didn’t realise it could be a dangerous occupation as well!  I won’t be so trusting of dead bees another time. I do not want that happening – Again!

Stay safe!

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If you have a bee in your hand, what do you have in your eye?

…………………..Beauty, because beauty is in the eye of the bee-holder!


With love,

Kathy x

One thought on “Day Ninety-two”

  1. Oh, that’s a very strange looking bee Kathy. I think it’s the eyes and… the shoes!!

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