Coming out of the shower this morning I heard <bzzzzz> <bzzzzz>
<sizzle> over my head.
Her Majesty was back, or one of her daughters. The <sizzle> happened
when she hit the ceiling lamp, thinking it was Outside.
I wanted to do something about her; being stark naked in a small room with a
wasp, however groggy, isn’t my idea of comfortable. I dried myself in a
hurry, opened the window and took my clothes to the landing to dress, turning
off the light. When I came back she was sitting on a packet of washing powder,
which I moved as close to the open window as I could, and yes, she took off
into the (admittedly grey) sky, looking as pleased as I’ve ever seen a wasp
look.
There was also a medium-sized spider weaving a web on the ceiling, probably
hoping to catch the housefly that came in when I was letting Her Majesty
out but promptly flew out again.
And the crocuses are in flower, and the tulips are doing their best. Winter
really seems to be over at last.