“IF you’re going to pick up live bees from the other end of London in your Land Rover, I am not coming with you,” the Fella states. “Can you imagine what it will be like in there, full of annoyed and confused bees? Oh, and I’m allergic to bee stings.”
I ask him why on earth he didn’t mention this allergy before I started the bee-keeping course he bought me for Christmas, and he rather sweetly says he didn’t want to dampen my enthusiastic campfire. “They wouldn’t actually be flying around, they’d be sealed up in a polystyrene box,”
