Sir, – Watching the bees in my garden flitting from flower to flower, I somehow remembered an incident many years ago. My late mother was caring for her elderly brother in the last years of his life. Encouraging him to take his breakfast, she said, “Come on now, eat up, I’m a busy bee.” Not having lost his sense of humour, despite his age, he replied: “You’re a busy wasp.” – Yours, etc,
MARGARET BUTLER,
Booterstown,
Co Dublin.