Bee in my bonnet
Twas a loevly warm summers morning and there was no-one home. I was living in a big old caravan in the back garden. Thought I'd roll a big fat one and have a wonder round the garden. We had a big garden and a big field next to it with some stables which we rented out to people to help pay for our horses. We also had bee hives at the bottom of the field. That year one of the hives had gone rougue. Usually the bees would leave you alone if you left them alone but this year one hive would attack you if you got anywhere near them. So I'm walking around in a pair of shorts and flip flops smoking a big spliff when a bee flies right into my hair. I had long hair at the time and it was a right mess. So I start to swipe and tug at my hair in an attempt to get rid of the bee and move as far away from the dodgy hive as possible. Then another one joins his mate and so I start running around slapping at my head and then another becomes entangled. I look up and see three women all dressed up in their horsey finery staring at the hippy looking freak at the bottom of the field running around slapping his head. I run around a bit more until the evil bees are either dead or have escaped and then think I'd better go and explain my actions but the 3 women have all gone. You had to be there I guess but at the time I was quite embarressed at the thought of them seeing me doing some sort of rain dance all on my own in the middle of a field.
(Wagane, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 20:31, Reply)