PAUL HALES was trying to burn my house down this morning when yet another bumble bee decided it wanted to be saved.
They always batter themselves insensible against the glass and look like they’re close to death, poor things.
Eventually I found it, and, yet again, said bumble bee did a little jig to orient itself and off she flew.
Off Hales flew too, right into the maze that is Oxford’s one way traffic system. I couldn’t rescue him. Even seven hours later he might still be trying to orient himself.
