Tremyfro
Queen Bee
- Joined
- May 19, 2014
- Messages
- 2,434
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- Location
- Vale of Glamorgan
- Hive Type
- Beehaus
- Number of Hives
- Possibly...5 and a bit...depends on the bees.
In my Bee Yard...I have a Bee Shed.....well I say 'I' but the truth is that I can rarely even get more than a foot inside as my OH stores a load of 'Man Stuff' in there.....a strimmer....a bale of shavings....tools.....boxes of mystery items which must be kept. At the back of my Bee Shed is my smoker. I have been asking since November ...'Can you get the smoker out please?'
So yesterday was ...I will get the smoker out myself day.
I opened the door ....OMG....piles of Man Stuff greeted me....it all seemed to be joined at the hip to all the other stuff. Almost impossible to remove without dragging it all out in one piece! The air was getting mighty blue....
I trapped my fingers....broke some nails...bruised my knee...but eventually I could see the smoker...shiny bright at the back of the shed.....renewed efforts cleared a path. I lifted it in a blaze of triumph and turned to take it out...only to find my exit blocked by the pile of Man Stuff!!!! Arrrgh...
The whole exercise then had to be repeated to get it all back in the Bee Shed.
I know I made the mistake of letting him keep some things in there...but really?
I staggered out of the Bee Yard clutching the smoker only to realise that the steps I had bought to enable easy access to the Bee Yard to the garden were still leaning up against the house...and not fixed on the bank into the garden. More muttered curses as I heaved the smoker over the barbed wire onto the bank....I followed ...wishing I had longer legs....struggled up the slippery muddy grass. Phew ...I made it.
Now the two sides of salmon which I have salted and hung to dry can be smoked in time for Christmas.....but only if I can find the soldering iron which I bought last Xmas to keep the shavings burning....hey ho...bet my OH has hidden that away in HIS toolshed!
So yesterday was ...I will get the smoker out myself day.
I opened the door ....OMG....piles of Man Stuff greeted me....it all seemed to be joined at the hip to all the other stuff. Almost impossible to remove without dragging it all out in one piece! The air was getting mighty blue....
I trapped my fingers....broke some nails...bruised my knee...but eventually I could see the smoker...shiny bright at the back of the shed.....renewed efforts cleared a path. I lifted it in a blaze of triumph and turned to take it out...only to find my exit blocked by the pile of Man Stuff!!!! Arrrgh...
The whole exercise then had to be repeated to get it all back in the Bee Shed.
I know I made the mistake of letting him keep some things in there...but really?
I staggered out of the Bee Yard clutching the smoker only to realise that the steps I had bought to enable easy access to the Bee Yard to the garden were still leaning up against the house...and not fixed on the bank into the garden. More muttered curses as I heaved the smoker over the barbed wire onto the bank....I followed ...wishing I had longer legs....struggled up the slippery muddy grass. Phew ...I made it.
Now the two sides of salmon which I have salted and hung to dry can be smoked in time for Christmas.....but only if I can find the soldering iron which I bought last Xmas to keep the shavings burning....hey ho...bet my OH has hidden that away in HIS toolshed!