Bites, bees and books

It's a beautiful day so I'm sitting indoors playing on the computer. 

No, I'm trying to be sensible and avoid the heat of the midday sun, and while I'm here I thought I might as well try to do something useful, in this case, work out how to post to Instagram.

Thank goodness for google. I think I have it now although if I don't keep doing it I will soon forget. (As I quickly forgot my mobile number - having made a great effort to learn it - when no-one asked me for it.) So I shall probably have to post all sorts of rubbish until it becomes second nature to me. 

It's intended to boost my online presence as a writer although I'm not entirely sure how that's supposed to happen. Still, mine not to wonder why, mine simply to do.

Yesterday I had a message from the library that the book I'd requested months ago was in. When I asked for it I was told there were hundreds on the waiting list before me so I had forgotten about it. I'm already a third of the way through the book, Becoming by Michelle Obama, and I'm very much enjoying it. 

I don't usually read autobiographies but I heard a clip of Ms Obama reading it on the radio, and it is very readable.

In other news, George was bitten on the ear by a grumpy greyhound yesterday.

Sympathy and snacks always welcome.

In more other news, no sooner has Younger Son moved his beehives to their new location closer to where he lives than a colony of bumble bees moves in, making a nest in our garage gutter.