And... It's time to swear

In theory this week has been reasonable, a few ups, a few downs.
Today I found another down, which I feel officially makes this a not so good week.
Thursday morning saw the absence of my Betsy girl. She didn't come in for breakfast, thursday, friday or today. I've checked all the roads round these parts, and she's not in any of the gutters or the like, so my guess is that she is somewhere in the dense woodland around my house.

I loved her, and I miss her.

Monday saw the finding of a big mistake in the first part of my devest garb which required the unpicking of 16 hours worth of hand sewing, which took another 5 hours. Fuck.

Today I went to inspect the hive and maybe take some honey.
This is how I left the hive.
When I opened it, I found this.
It's an infestation of a small grey-brown moth. I'm not sure what the order is, that is whether the bees left, and the moths moved in, or the moths pushed the bees out, either way, it's back to square one. Again. Fuck.

Miss clucky hen extrordinaire has decided to sit again (third time this season). Time to get all the birds into one yard again. Probably need to do it before festival.

Le Sigh.

Fuck.