NHS approved
I don’t mean to brag, but I passed my squish test with flying colors. I thought I was too old to be called in, but they keep calling until you’re 71 (and you can book yourself in after that, if you’re a masochist).
I said to the girl it wasn’t nearly as painful as it used to be, and she said, “yes, that’s quite common. As we get older…”
OH! You are NOT about to tell me I have elderly boobies!
Have a good weekend, everyone!
August 2, 2024 — 7:01 pm
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Not today.
The bee man came this morning. I was at work, but Uncle B tells me he could, as we say where I come from, talk the hind leg off a dog.
The object in the image is some kind of…bee fascinator. It’s a bright yellow box apparently full of herbs and, I dunno, magic ingredients guaranteed to attract bees. He swears if he unleashes this in the attic, it will fill with bees and he can seal it and take them away.
The problem is, he could’t find the hive. He still has to find and trap the queen and that’s where she’ll be. I guess he was too old a dude to go up into the attic and look around for himself, so he’s coming back with a younger dude.
Happy Lammas, peeps.
August 1, 2024 — 6:47 pm
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