The Beehive

On a really damp drizzly Lakes day, a trip to the Post Office in Staveley was the bright spot of the day. 
Oh, and the mattress that did not arrive on Friday,  (didn't I say I thought there was only a 50% chance it would arrive!) came today, with apologies. And the delivery driver, who was not supposed to help carry it upstairs, took pity on me when I explained that stong son had gone back to Edinburgh , and helped Mr P struggle up the stairs with it, while  I supervised.