Georgie's Internal Time Clock seems to bee a bit out of whack . . .
25/01/16 13:49
Monday, January 25, 2016
I gotta tell ya’ that my internal clock is totally messed up. If it weren’t for Bert, chances are I wouldn’t know WHAT time - or day - it is. It’s been this way ever since we got to Paris.
It’s probably my imagination, but the days seem to start about 8 hours earlier here than it does at home. I dunno what that’s all about, but it’s making me tired.
The only thing that really kept me going today was that it’s Monday. And it was a good one for me (I hope yours was equally delightful).
As much as we do enjoy Paris in January, I think Great Grandma Gee Gee, Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew), and even Bert want to return to our boot box pretty soon. I think we’ve kinda seen enough for the moment.
We’d all go back tomorrow, but as far as we know, there are still warrants out for our arrests on a bunch of trumped-up charges by the Queen. Until we find out that it’s safe to go back - if it ever is - we hafta stay here, “Where eet iz safe,” as Fleur commented.
I think somebody should send a Buzz•O•Gram™ to maybee Rudy or BigFoot in an effort to find out what’s going on in the Hive at the moment. I’d do it, but I think The Old Girl’s Guard Bees, including Krunch McKowsky, would bee able to track it and try to get us extradited. Whatever that means. (It came up in conversation over the weekend when we were dining with Fleur, and she had mentioned something about it. I think that was right after she told us that, if we wanted to stay in Paris, we’d hafta get jobs.)
So I think I’ll have Bert do it. (Ya’ know…send the Buzz•O•Gram™.) He said he can get a message out without being tracked. I asked him how, and just said something like, “Questions are not beeing entertained at this time,” and walked away.
Whatever. I just hope we hear something back. And soon.
I the meantime, all I know is that it’s late, it’s been a long day and it’s time to put on my footie pyjamas and go to bed.
So I’m gonna go do that.
By the way … due to the amazingly confusing time differences beetween where I was and where I am now, I’ll bee starting to share the next, exciting part of my story, “The Bee Who Knew Too Much”, on THURSDAYS from now on. Bert tried to explain it all to me, but I didn’t really understand what he was saying. (I hate it when he speaks in Code.) But there it is.
I hope everybody has a tremendous Tuesday.
I’ll see ya’ later!
I gotta tell ya’ that my internal clock is totally messed up. If it weren’t for Bert, chances are I wouldn’t know WHAT time - or day - it is. It’s been this way ever since we got to Paris.
It’s probably my imagination, but the days seem to start about 8 hours earlier here than it does at home. I dunno what that’s all about, but it’s making me tired.
The only thing that really kept me going today was that it’s Monday. And it was a good one for me (I hope yours was equally delightful).
As much as we do enjoy Paris in January, I think Great Grandma Gee Gee, Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew), and even Bert want to return to our boot box pretty soon. I think we’ve kinda seen enough for the moment.
We’d all go back tomorrow, but as far as we know, there are still warrants out for our arrests on a bunch of trumped-up charges by the Queen. Until we find out that it’s safe to go back - if it ever is - we hafta stay here, “Where eet iz safe,” as Fleur commented.
I think somebody should send a Buzz•O•Gram™ to maybee Rudy or BigFoot in an effort to find out what’s going on in the Hive at the moment. I’d do it, but I think The Old Girl’s Guard Bees, including Krunch McKowsky, would bee able to track it and try to get us extradited. Whatever that means. (It came up in conversation over the weekend when we were dining with Fleur, and she had mentioned something about it. I think that was right after she told us that, if we wanted to stay in Paris, we’d hafta get jobs.)
So I think I’ll have Bert do it. (Ya’ know…send the Buzz•O•Gram™.) He said he can get a message out without being tracked. I asked him how, and just said something like, “Questions are not beeing entertained at this time,” and walked away.
Whatever. I just hope we hear something back. And soon.
I the meantime, all I know is that it’s late, it’s been a long day and it’s time to put on my footie pyjamas and go to bed.
So I’m gonna go do that.
By the way … due to the amazingly confusing time differences beetween where I was and where I am now, I’ll bee starting to share the next, exciting part of my story, “The Bee Who Knew Too Much”, on THURSDAYS from now on. Bert tried to explain it all to me, but I didn’t really understand what he was saying. (I hate it when he speaks in Code.) But there it is.
I hope everybody has a tremendous Tuesday.
I’ll see ya’ later!