How right I was to predict that the Beecam would derail my harebrained scheme to make Hooting Yard a daily blog! Here is what happened yesterday:
5.15 AM : Leap out of bed and plump myself in front of the beecam. Become enthralled.
7.24 AM : Consider basic needs, such as washing and dressing and eating a hearty breakfast of kedgeree and bloaters and smokersâ€™ poptarts, but am so overwhelmed by the beecam that I postpone any activity.
11.45 AM : Bee-haunted.
3.00 PM : Numb to the human world. Beginning to think like a bee. Making occasional buzzing noises.
3.14 PM : Nip away from the beecam momentarily to don yellow-and-black striped leotard and black hat with antennae.
7.52 PM : Recall that I planned to write something daily for the Hooting Yard page. Am too transfixed by the beecam to move.
11.35 PM : Realise that I have spent the entire day observing either bees or the absence of bees on the beecam. Suffused with a warm glow of bee-ness. Continue to watch bees with now bleary eyes. Make a mental note to explain to readers that â€œbleary-eyedâ€ has nothing to do with terrifying diminutive MP Hazel Blears.
1.07 AM : Drag myself reluctantly from beecam to bed. As I fall asleep, reflect upon the fact that I have never had so bee-centred a day as the day just gone. Resolve to be even more bee-minded in future.