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If you were in the UK this weekend you’d know that in most places the weather was unrelentingly BEAUTIFUL. Nothing could make a pregnant women with her inner thighs now rubbing together more happy. I love the sun and when we are given a gift such as this past weekend I stop moaning instantaneously. I know you may find that hard to believe having witnessed my current state of mind but I promise you that this weekend was a moan free zone.

However, Friday afternoon was coming to a close much like any other. I was working on a container garden that I’m disproportionately excited about.

Jodie was planting Salvia and Echinacea in one of the raised beds.

And when I needed a break from all that kneeling I would take my iPhone to a seat in the shade and go through some emails.

*Note to self*  STOP FROWNING.

When my lovely team had left for the weekend I stopped working and settled myself on the sofa for an episode of Brothers & Sisters that I had taped ages ago but had not gotten around to watching. I noticed at that time what I thought was a wasp on the inside of the window frame, I didn’t have my glasses on. I wasn’t THAT bothered it was only the one. However a few minutes later there were two on the inside of the frame, in the room wanting to watch Brothers & Sisters with me, and I could also hear loud buzzing coming from the entrance hall.

Upon investigation I found six wasps on the inside of the entrance hall windows and decided that I wasn’t that happy about this current situation. I bravely opened the window and let them all out. I say bravely because I was stung by a hornet on Copacabana beach in Rio, Brazil and have hated anything that can sting me ever since.

I went back to my seat and continued to watch the dramatics of the Walker family. A few minutes later I heard buzzing coming from the entrance hall again. I went out to discover SIX NEW wasps on the inside of the window frame.

With that I got my car keys, my phone, left the house and went straight to the train station. Robert the Husband was getting in in about twenty minutes and I just knew that I could not be in the house on my own.

I picked him up and having purchased a pizza for supper we made out way back to the house.

We found a great many more wasps on the inside of the window frame than I had left 45 minutes earlier.

Bloody hell, muttered Robert as he saw the monkeys buzzing around.

“Stay in the car, you can’t afford to get stung right now”

Which I was more than happy to do.

Robert went inside and saw that they were filling the entrance hall and there were a great many in the living room also. But there were none in the kitchen. So we went in to the kitchen and called someone who deals in pest control for some advice.

He informed me that these fellas were almost certainly Honey Bees and not wasps. That they had swarmed and these were perhaps the younger ones of the swarm who weren’t great at flying and they had simply “stopped off for a sandwich” on their way to find a place to nest. He told me that if we left them they would most likely be gone by tomorrow morning.

You know, as soon as I found out they were Honey Bees my fear of them left. I LOVE THE HONEY BEE and this rather scary invasion had now morphed into something of a privilege for me.

We called the local Bee Keeping society and within ten minutes the president and the Chairman were with us and scoping out the scene.

They had bought protective clothing with them and the proper equipment should they need it.

Luckily what we appeared to have been left with was a number of younger bees who had been left behind by the rest of them. They had gotten in to the house by a gap in the guttering, roof or flooring on the upper level. Or perhaps a combination of all three. The gentleman from the association carried a goose feather as part of his equipment in order to brush the bees off of the window frame and outside. I love that.

It was a little worrying when we searched upstairs and found rather a large number of the bees in no other room apart from the nursery as it is situated very close to the entrance point it makes sense.

What an adventure. Eventually all of the bees had either died and dropped on to the windowsill or had been swept outside again by the beekeepers. It was a surprise to me that so many of them died but the gents assured us that out of a swarm of approximately 50,000 losing a few made little difference.

By the time we went to bed that night there were no more bees left and we slept soundly in our beds. However it was nice to have a touch of drama on a hot sunny Friday evening before the weekend really got going.

Robert and I are freaks and sleep with the curtains open in these lighter months as we like to be woken up by the sun. Around 6.30am on Saturday morning (my favourite time of the day) we got up and headed out to the Paddock in order to give the plants a good drink before the sun began to beat down on them all directly for many hours.

It was so early that the dew was still in place on the Corn we have planted.

The sun was out but not high in the sky just yet.

And I had to make do with standing there and taking the pictures instead of getting involved in any real work. I’ll show my babies this picture one day and inform them that they were with us on those early mornings that their Dada and I would water the plants.

In the afternoon we headed over to my sister’s for an impromptu BBQ.

Her set of twins were there and being very good girls so their grandma (our mum) bought them a special gift and told them to hold out their hands and shut their eyes. Which they duly did. Who wouldn’t if there was a gift to be had!

They were then presented with a set of cars and trucks. They LOVED playing with the cars and trucks that belonged to a little boy that they both know and seeing as we don’t particularly subscribe to the ‘that is a girls toy & that is boys toy’ way of thinking they were given a set of their own and played with them for most of the afternoon.

I wimped out at about 6pm and asked Robert to take me home. I could not get comfortable and was beginning to get a face on me so it’s best if I’m taken away at times like that to huff and puff in private. We came home to the cool of our living room, watched a great movie and retired to our hot and sticky bedroom with the curtains and windows open. I love nights like that!

It all looked much the same on Sunday morning……….

……..as Robert set about his watering duties for another day in the sun.

The light was tremendous at that time and we had a day of mooching ahead of us which I was looking forward to far too much. I say far too much as I’m rather addicted to the company of my husband right now as he’s been so great to me throughout this pregnancy and I’m so excited to see him as a Daddy. I’ve said before that I find devoted daddies so heartwarming and wonderful and love to watch them in action. Which is why I’m feeling this way about Robert I think. He’s not allowed far away without me, except to go to work, then I let him go………WAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Sunday evening saw the two of us light the grill and prepare some food for a supper outdoors. Robert poured himself a glass of chilled white while I stuck to the Coke Zero and a glass of ice.

We used up left over ingredients from the kitchen and made it all as tasty as possible.

We ate burgers and watched both the babies jump in my tummy due to a bout of hiccups.

Poor loves, I hope it wasn’t the burgers. Whatever it was they soon settled down and Robert and I were finishing out the Bee-utiful weekend back in our hot and sticky bedroom with the curtains and windows open. Even with numerous trips to the bathroom I have never slept so soundly.

Long, hot, summer nights.

I love, love, love them!

All my love,
Cherry xoxox
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