Dear Mr Key, Are you still alive?
Dear Mr Key, Has your pea-sized yet pulsating brain finally given up the ghost?
Ahoy there Key!, Is there a terrible vacancy between your ears we devoted readers ought to know about?
These are just some of the letters I have received in response to the eerie silence which has fallen over Hooting Yard like a leaden pall. The awful truth is revealed in today’s Dabbler, and it is all about bees!
11.45 seemed like a particularly difficult time. To be bee-haunted sounds like no picnic.