The Happy Ant Diner aprons have just arrived from the printers!
Wilson and Byron have tried theirs on to ensure they fit well, and have prepared a couple of Ice-Cream Sundaes, just to make sure they’re comfortable to work in.
Unfortunately W has already spilt gin down his, but he’s hoping that, being colourless, it won’t show once it’s dried out.
Anyway, both boys are extremely happy with how sharp and professional they look – I expect Nërp will look equally smart, but he’s having a lot of trouble tying his bow-tie.
And getting his apron over his head.
‘Probably didn’t have the “dressing myself unaided” module installed’ Wilson remarked with a sigh, as he went to investigate…
Everyone is up at The Happy Ant making last-minute preparations for the Grand Opening, planned for next week!
Nërp is arranging the tables and chairs, and doing the heavy lifting, while Antony is laying out the Menus and checking all the Condiments are present and correct, and the squeezy bottles filled.
Wilson has decided the ideal thing for the opening night would be some Live Entertainment – and he’s volunteered Tiny Toy (who never needs much persuasion) to do a standup comedy routine.
Dave and Mole are building him a little stage out of Lego, so he’ll be visible in spite of his small size, while TT himself is in the back writing his script.
Like the late Frankie Howerd, TT likes all his ad-libs to be meticulously planned and rehearsed…
It is now FOUR YEARS since Polly and Billi The Bees were married!
Despite Wilson’s disappointment that he was unable to develop the UK’s Only Same-Sex Insect Wedding Venue into a profitable enterprise, he is immensely fond of the bees, so he has laid on a Romantic Dinner for them in the as-yet unopened Happy Ant Diner.
The Bees’ children, Johnson Major and Johnson Minor, together with Antony, TT, Dave, Mole and Neil (and Uncle Z – he insisted) are at the ‘chef’s table’ in the kitchen, leaving Polly and Billi to romance and relaxation away from parental responsibility.
W has generously laid on a vase of wild flowers as a starter, a honey-scented candle and a bottle of Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey to get them in the mood…
While The Bees were putting up the curtains yesterday, there was some speculation that Wilson and Byron might have skived off.
However, it would seem that they were busy working on the advance publicity for The Happy Ant Diner.
I hope they take it easy with the Waggle Dance Beer while they’re using tools up a ladder!
Also, I should make it quite clear that this is ADVANCE Publicity – the Diner won’t be open for some time yet.
If ever…
Today is the 1st of May – May Day!
We are Polly and Billi The Bees, and this is our Guest Blog.
Of course in normal circumstances we’d be giving you fascinating bee-related news, recipes etc, but today we are Extra Busy Bees, so this blog will be like an Outside Broadcast from Wilson’s New Shop.
We’ve just finished putting up the curtains – a key but frequently-overlooked factor in the success of any business – and we have to admit they look pretty damn fine!
Nërp is inside arranging the furniture and Wilson and Biro are probably doing something vital… although we can’t see any sign of them at the moment.
Anyway, we’d better get on if this enterprise is going to be ready by Opening Night!
We’ve been The Extra Busy Bees, and we’ll see you next month – until then, BEEEEEEEE GOOD!
The boys have gone back to their shop to do some work – Wilson and Byron set off carrying a ladder between them, while Nërp was struggling under the weight of my tool box.
By all reports they’re working very hard and making good progress.
I shall be happy if they don’t break anything and if I don’t get any complaining telephone calls from the neighbouring shops.
Or from the Police…
The boys made an excellent job of the signage for their shop – I must remind Wilson that he is absolutely forbidden to sign-write our new car!
The Bees are in the dining room making curtains for the shop. Wilson tried to help, but Billi gave him short shrift, telling outright him that they’d be finished soonest if left alone!
Uncle Z mocked the price I’d negotiated with the estate agents, saying he could have halved it, due to ‘being in the business.’
He might have got a better deal than me, but I’d think it would be more due to fear of Hornet Stings than professional negotiating skills…
