We carried the beehive back to the car, tied it on to the roof with some rope we bought from a ship's chandlers, and set off for home. I drove very carefully and slowly, not wanting to be stopped by the police and have to explain why I had a beehive tied to my car… especially if Wilson joined in and started telling them about his Bee Wedding.
A night in the cells is not on my Bucket List!
On the journey home, Wilson revealed his 'Great Idea'. Since the village florist had been unable to supply most of the flowers he wanted for the Bee Wedding, he planned to raise his own flowers from seed and supply them through a specialist shop he planned to open, catering exclusively for bees getting married.
'There are millions of bees in the country, New Dad,' he explained, 'and mine will be the only shop able to supply them with flowers when they get married! I shall have the Bee Wedding Monopoly!'
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