Saturday
I've already recounted that we had a second viewing of The Pile On Friday. Well, early on Saturday morning the phone rang and it was the Estate Agents. A third viewing had been requested with the stated purpose of "allowing the children to choose their bedrooms". The family are obviously very keen, but isn't it more appropriate to agree a selling price before choosing where the kids will sleep?
30% was somewhat stressed by this rather bizarre situation, especially as Social Distancing is still in place and viewings should be kept to a minimum. She had a lengthy conversation with the Agent that climaxed with the advice that the prospective buyer should "shit or get off the pot". I must admit I smiled to myself as I listened to her rant at the Agent. I attempted to calm her down and see the positive side of things, we definitely have a fish on the line and now we just need to stay calm and reel it in.
Much of Saturday morning was spent tidying the house in preparation for viewing #3, although 30% and I did have time to display a possibly serious error in judgement ...
We drove few miles down the road to do a "drive by" of a property that seems to be just what we want. It has land, a lovely view and is on a quiet lane, yet is within easy reach of the local town. It looks like it could be perfect for us, but we cannot get a viewing until we have an offer on The Pile.
The result is that 30% and I are now stuck in a complicated emotional stew of desire, frustration, anticipation and fear.
Sunday
A good chunk of Sunday was spent inspecting the hives. The weather was just about warm enough, but the bees weren't flying well and the hives were stuffed with irritable workers. All seemed well and the queen in the most recent shook swarm seems about to start laying.
Sunday's inspection did have another objective. Aa a result of Wednesday's chimney clearing escapade, I have been contacted by a chap who wants a nucleus of bees for a hive that his wife gave him as a present. As a consequence I was looking at which of my queens I was prepared to let go would be suitable for him. The prospective beekeeper is a nice enough chap, but he has virtually no knowledge of beekeeping beyond watching a few videos on YouTube! He has a lot to learn in a very short space of time!*
The afternoon was started with a kip on the sofa before I headed outside and finally threw a bucket of water over the Moto Guzzi. After her sponge bath, I wheeled her in to a sunny spot to dry off in the evening sun while 30% and I enjoyed the calm that comes at the end of the day.
Monday
The weather was scorching from the start, so I opened up the garage doors, assembled cloths and cleaning products and spent most of the morning and early afternoon polishing the Guzzi. She now looks presentable and I need to photograph her before she gets grubby again.
The afternoon saw a trip to Redditch for a socially distanced afternoon tea with Mr and Mrs Tweedy in their garden. It was Mr Tweedy's birthday and fun couple of hours were spent catching up on their news whilst partaking of tea and cake.
So, that's a quick summary of a long weekend. The next few days could be interesting, exciting or very disappointing.
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* I did give him a bit of advice and suggested that he joined a local beekeeping club and got himself a mentor. I got the feeling that this seed of wisdom fell on stony ground, so I made it absolutely clear that I would give him a bit of advice, but was not willing to mentor him ...
I made that mistake a while back and spent eighteen months being accompanied for an entire beekeeping season by a chap who was intent on having a Top Bar Hive. From the very start I advised him against it and pointed out the various failings and limitations of this third world beekeeping practice. He steadfastly ignored my advice and I ended up spending a lot of time developing an approach to produce a nucleus colony that would fit in his non-standard hive.
The nuc was delivered and I saw very little of him after that, although when I last bumped in to him, at VI's funeral, he advised that he was giving up the Top Bar and moving to National Hives. At no point did he apologise for wasting my time or ignoring my advice and, to add insult to injury, he promised a curry to "thank" me for my mentoring and the nuc. I'm still waiting!
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