Being “busy” seems to be the curse of our age. “I’m soooooooo busy” we all cry, too busy for this, too busy for that, checking schedules, consulting diaries, sighing. My inkling is that what this really means is “I am sooooooo important because I have so many hobbies/responsibilities/such an interesting life/endlessly trying to impress my peers that I would completely freak out if there was a gap in my diary in which I could do whatever I felt like at that precise moment”.
I haven’t blogged for a few days. Quite frankly I couldn’t be bothered.
This honey bee was busy supping at azaleas in yesterday’s outrageous sunshine. Hopefully not at the expense of friends and family.