They say there are no thunder-storms in February.
They were wrong for North London this year.
They say that wasps only come out in late summer.
Well, the bugger that just stung Malcolm, as he rummaged in his loft, didn’t wait. It was big. It was a brute. And the sting hurt like hell.
Malcolm is not singing, and, even if he were, it wouldn’t be:
Murie sing, cuccu!
Cuccu, cuccu,
Wel singes thu, cuccu!
Note: an insect of the Order Hymenoptera, Suborder Apocrita, Superfamily Vespoidea, was most definitely, deservedly and satisfyingly hurt, indeed splattered and smashed, in the making of this blog.
