I greeted Wednesday morning in low spirits. I should have slept well after spending a relaxing Tuesday strolling about and sitting in the churchyard in dappled shade, enjoying the end of My Brilliant Career, along with my usual sausage roll and vanilla slice.
For much of my time tucked away in those hallowed grounds, whenever I turned my gaze to my surroundings, I searched for a bee and when I spied one, I wondered if it were a drone or a worker. All the bees I saw seemed active and very much alive. I decided they were all workers, all female, none of them males with a death sentence.
Back at the hotel, I partook of the pork chop and braised vegetables Cassie had made, thinking she deserved an award for her cooking. In my room, I spent the evening watching television.
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