Has bees

It's important to cut a dash wherever you're stepping out. The apiary is no exception. It is received wisdom that beekeepers suit up in white, with a minority opting for dirty brown or sage green. So 20th century. Hence, when you turn out at the hives in a tasty lavender pink, you can expect heads, if not their accompanying veils, to turn. But my girls seem impressed, waxing lyrical about it. You see these are our bees, currently being beesat a couple of miles down the road awaiting construction of their new honeycomb centre alongside the rising human-size hive. Beekeeping is very much a personal thing and Mrs Honeybun and I are already reduced to petty squabbling about how to handle the ladies. The answer of course is his 'n' hers hives. So we have decided to procreate, which seems all the rage at the moment and I just can't resist the latest buzz. This is slightly different of course as it involves a one-night stand ending up with the death of the male. Sounds exciting, but not something I'd like to try more than once. With any luck we will be hearing the patter of hairy feet in about nine months time.