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I find myself compelled to reply to Mellissa's comments about my comments...

Firstly, I must stress that it was only a day in the life of a wino - and I did spend a considerable amount of time not consuming anything alcoholic but merely trying to get the grip right on the bottle inside the brown paper bag. 

As for my not getting away from my desk very much, I'll have you know it took half the village to pull me out of the wine barrel when I fell in whilst trying to crush the grapes!  I may stay close to my computer, but only because I know it's safe there.

Moving swiftly on.  I do acknowledge that Mellissa might have had a wee problem trying to accurately describe the craft she was trying to persuade me to go up in.  I have subsequently been told (by someone with absolutely no connection to bees, but living periously close to the olive tree that broke Alexandros' fall) that in fact said craft bears an uncanny resemblance to a Bond Bug with wings.  However, the fact remains unchanged - I will NOT go up in it for all the tea in China, nor krasi in Corfu. 

Finally, having looked in my trusty Cassell's English Dictionary I can confirm that there is another meaning for the word bee.  A North American term, it is described as "a social meeting for work, usually on behalf of a neighbour".  Therefore, it just might be that Mellissa is actually only endeavouring to drum up some community spirit. 

That doesn't explain though why she was allegedly observed in the toy section of a certain Elephantine store in Kerkyra earlier this week pushing a trolley full of slip-on fairy wings and deelee boppers.... Of course, I have no way of knowing how true this rumour is  .

Since my initial blog (above) it has come to my attention that Mellissa may well be called upon in the not too distant future by a good friend of her's to go and assist in an imminent arrival.  

In fact, a few days ago, perhaps prior to realising that she was the one on speed dial when the time came, Mellissa had suggested  I might like to go along at the appropriate contraction with a view to doing "A day in the life of a midwife". 

On that occasion I declined, not because I'm scared (I've had 2 of my own, children that is, not contractions) but because I already have a plethora of experience in that department, being a birth partner for a friend some years ago.  I had the iron gripped bruises to prove it for several months afterwards.  I also felt it might not be quite appropriate for me to be there as, whilst I do know the lady in question, I'm not quite a close enough friend to feel comfortable attending such an intimate event.

However, it has just dawned on me.  If we ever needed any more proof of my theory about Mellissa's apoidian familiarity... She wanted me to go and witness first hand, then report on a happening concerning the (yes, you've got the drift too now haven't you) birds and the......  BEES!