Stockpiling

The bees arrived during breakfast, grim-faced, and announced that snow was on the way. 

I glanced outside at the clear blue sky and asked them how sure they were. 

'We can feel it in our tegulae,' they replied in unison. 'That's a  sure sign,' Polly added, 'So we're certain!'

'The thing is,' Billi began, 'if we get snowed in until next month we won't have enough honey to do our Blog Recipe, so we were wondering whether Wilson could pop into the village and buy us a couple of kilo jars?'

Wilson was already looking alarmed at the thought of being without supplies for almost a month and was out the door before I could stop him.

'I'll just buy the essentials!' he called back to me as he left the house.

Now we have sufficient honey to survive being cut off for many months. 

Also ample Cheesy Wotsits. 

And Wine. 

And Gin. 

All the 'essentials' in fact...