Moustachioed Bumble!

"In yer face, mate!", he cried, and launched hisself from the Lavender into the face of your friendly local photographer. 

Or so it felt. And look at that moustache! Not to mention those tiny mandibles and the almost cow-like nose... are those nostrils? Maybe not. I shall have to look up bee facial anatomy. Forelimbs just leaving the lavender... Worth a look in Large...

I've run out of white paint (hurray, I cry in temporary relief), but the stairwell is about halfway painted, and enough that you can see it looks pretty good. Almost mediterranean somehow, which works well in these temperatures. If it feels cold in the winter, well, re-do...

The afternoon was going to be a bike ride, but Janet's been gardening all through the mid-day heat and is reluctant to engage. In other news the 525 houses got through planning with a 6-3 vote for. Unsurprising, and now we have to try and work out how to minimise the chaos.

I'm coming back as a bumble bee in my next life...