once upon a sting---don't play with bees!!!!

By the time I was twelve, I had mastered the task of cleaning and feeding the chickens, mucking out the rabbits and feeding, as well as watering them and tending the vegedable garden. My grandfather said at the beginning of the Easter holidays, he would start showing me how to look after the bees. This he told me in the kitchen---on my last day at school just before the holidays. My nan, who was sitting in her rocking chair in the corner, looked up and said "you should teach young Jim to do better than you taught his Uncle Jim at his age."

served my time and what a surprise!!!

As I was saying in my last post after being taken home by the village bobby Fred, for scrumping (stealing apples), I did my two weeks of hell sitting in my bedroom for eighteen hours a day going stir crazy, wondering if all my friends had forgotten I existed ( as it turns out they had all visited and been told I was grounded).