Wednesday, 9 July 2014

In Which "The Tale of Mrs Tittlemouse" Comes to Life Unexpectedly

Those of you familiar with Beatrix Potter's "The Tale of Mrs Tittlemouse" will know the delightful watercolour illustrations of Mrs Tittlemouse, peeping beadily out of her front door, falling asleep, in a heap, in her rocking chair and setting off for market with her wicker shopping basket. They are as ingrained in me as any images from my childhood and they instantly capture the essence of the busy, "particular little mouse" that is my "alter ego". As images, I am familiar with them appearing on cards etc, but a few weeks ago a shallow box came through the letterbox containing these:


These are not pages from a book, or cards, but iced gingerbread biscuits! I know, I couldn't believe them either! Amazing aren't they? They are the work of the very talented Stephanie Seeney of Ice My Biscuit. Too delightful really to eat but then it would be too sad not to! So, with careful and appreciative rationing, I am. (Eating them, that is!)

The biscuits were a birthday present from a dear friend and there was even a "Happy Birthday Mrs T! " biscuit plaque. Stephanie does all sorts of themes on her biscuits, from Roald Dahl's "The BFG" to corporate logos. Have a look at her website here. The biscuits came beautifully packaged in a very Beatrix Potter-esque "boxful of shavings" with each biscuit individually wrapped in cellophane and the artwork is exquisite. The biscuits themselves are the bees' knees - homemade gingerbread at its best - aromatic and fragrant, spicy and gingery, not too dry and not too moist - absolutely perfect! If you want a personalised way to celebrate a birthday or special occasion, I recommend them unequivocally. And only partly because, in the guise they came to my notice, they brought to life unexpectedly, Beatrix Potter's dear Mrs Tittlemouse!

Those of you familiar with Mrs Tittlemouse's fictional doings, will also know that she had issues with bees.

Despite the unwelcome "large, wet footmarks" left by Mr Jackson and his unwillingness to depart, that means he has to be asked by Mrs Tittlemouse, (slightly reluctantly), to stay to dinner, Mr Jackson is  really Mrs Tittlemouse's hero, very helpfully, (if messily), removing the bees' nest that has got established by Babbitty Bumble and her family in Mrs Tittlemouse's storerooms. (Mr Jackson "seemed to have no objection to stings"!)


Like my fictional counterpart, I, too, have been having issues with bees. If you've been reading these pages for a while, you may remember that we host a beehive in the garden. You can read my post about it, fairly early on in the proceedings, here. I don't do the bee-keeping bit, but we have been very happy to have the hive sitting among the blue geraniums and the purple spikes of lavender, offering hospitality to the bees from a judicious distance.

Earlier in the summer, we had a bit of an episode when the bees got disturbed by Martin, the hive-owner and bee-keeper, doing his routine maintenance, and they didn't like it. For a week or two afterwards, if you went within a few yards of the hive, a noticeable buzzing would start up, "Zizz, Wizz, Wizz!" replied Babbitty Bumble in a peevish squeak." Only it was less of a "peevish squeak" and more of an ominously menacing, throaty rumble.  And before you could say "I am not in the habit of letting lodgings; this is an intrusion!", a vanguard of irritable bees would come your way and "bump" you, as a warning to retreat, before they got crosser.


We retreated. Hastily. D, pottering in the garden, had to keep a hosepipe with a jet of water on standby, just in case. After a few weeks, things calmed down and we and the bees settled back to our previous, serene existence, living alongside one another without interfering with, or bothering, one another. Peace reigned. That is, until this last week when Martin fitted a "clearing board" in preparation for extracting the honey. (A "clearing board" is a kind of one-way turnstile for bees so that they make their way out of the honeycomb, but can't get back into it, enabling the honey to be collected without injury, either to bee or person.)

The bees were furious and "came out like a volcano" according to Mr Jackson's human counterpart. Slightly disconcerted, he left in a hurry and then came back a day or so later to collect the honey. If they "came out like a volcano" when the clearing board had appeared, it was nothing to the "hosts of Midian" that swarmed forth to tackle this new assault on their premises. It has been scary, I have to say.

I am not especially afraid of bees (unlike "bold, bad spiders", of whom I am ridiculously terrified.) I am not allergic to bee-stings or anything and had not been unduly concerned about proximity to the bees hitherto. But it's one thing not to be fazed by one or two bees, in a bad mood, when (in all fairness) one has made the mistake, of going too close to their "bee line", and quite another to face fifty thousand of them, all single-mindedly intent on attack, when one is going about one's business, a respectable distance from them. For two days we were effectively prisoners in our own home. I kid you not. You couldn't open the windows or go out, without risking a barrage of angry and belligerent bees, left, right and centre. They got in my hair (a most unnerving experience that I would not recommend); they clustered on the window panes; they besieged the doorways. Not good. In the end the hive has had to go. It appears that the bees have become "Africanised" - the gentler strains bred for centuries in this country, for docility and their peaceable nature, sometimes do mate with wilder, more aggressive bee strains and the resultant genetic mix is not user-friendly in a domestic environment. I am sad as I have really enjoyed having the bees in the garden here but I suspect they will be better off in a more remote location, on the edge of the Downs. And at least we can now go out in the garden without risking mass bee-attack followed by anaphylactic shock.

In the aftermath of this episode, like Mrs Tittlemouse, I have been surveying the remains of their stay with some dismay - "smears of honey; and moss, and thistledown - and marks of big and little dirty feet"  although fortunately, unlike in the story, the mess is outside rather than inside. But, like my fictional friend, I am also enjoying a "little dish of honey"!


Particularly precious this year as there won't be another batch from our own garden, for the time being. But we wish Babbitty and her family well elsewhere and hope perhaps we may be able to host a hive again at some point in the future.

Mostly The Tale of Mrs Tittlemouse, as lived out here, is undramatic, but every now and again, as you can see, fiction "Comes To Life" unexpectedly. Which means I had better watch out for the "big fat spider" coming "in to shelter from the rain" who has to be "bundled out at a window" in order to "let himself down the hedge with a long thin bit of string"!


Too many of those here, I fear. And can anyone tell me why it is that they always make a bee-line (sorry, - bad pun!) for me? And worse, my crochet baskets?! Eeek! As in "EEEEEEEK"!! And, as H will tell you, this is not "a peevish squeak" but a downright, ear-splitting scream. I'm sorry, especially if you are across the Atlantic and can still hear me. I can't help it. They terrify me! Fortunately, despite whatever teenage foibles and crankiness pop up the rest of the time, H patiently keeps his cool with his foolish and inadequate mother and calmly removes them for me. God bless him! Please don't leave home for a while, H!

The very thought of tackling eight-leggers, whether big ones or tiddlers, is making me feel panicky - I think I will have a nibble of a Mrs Tittlemouse gingerbread to calm my nerves!


Wishing you all a serene and sunny (and arachnid-free) evening!
E x





10 comments:

  1. Oh, the spiders! If there is one thing I am afraid of, it is indeed the spiders. If I wasn't so afraid of them I'd be embarrassed about how I act when they get near me.

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  2. A charming delightful post. Will check out the website for the biscuits always good to have a recommendation when you need a gift.

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  3. Lovely and whimsical post! I'm glad your bee problem is sorted, hopefully for good. Isn't it funny how life imitates art?
    And those biscuits looks delicious!

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  4. Those biscuits are really amazing ...and seem very mouth-watering !
    And speaking of eight-leggers...well, I am a real "arachnophobic" myself ! Fortunately, my own JB is doing H's job here...(Thank you so much JB !)

    Christiane

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  5. The biscuits look delicious and the icing is so well done. We have bee hives in the garden - not far from the kitchen window. They get a bit cranky when they've been worked at but thankfully nothing like what you've experienced. I tried getting involved in the bee-keeping activities a couple of years ago (almost exactly to the day in fact) but ended up getting stung 18 times - all over me - bees managed to get inside the bee suit! Needless to say I've left bee-keeping to my husband since then.

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  6. What wonderful biscuits. Spiders don't faze me (mice and rats are a different matter) but we have wild bees that come to our chimney every year. Some years we get an aggressive strain and a simple task like hanging out the washing needs planning - definitely a hat because I agree that a bee or two in your hair is a very unnerving experience - and sometimes a quick dash inside and a slamming of the door in an effort to stop the bees coming in.
    I'm glad your garden is calm once more, though a shame that it's without the beehive.

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  7. How beautiful they are and how well your friend knows you. Those delicacies are just delightful and will go to her website now. Happy belated birthday!

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  8. What a lovely gift and a fun thing to have a friend who knows you so well. I grew up with an arachnophobe (my mother) and at the first indrawn, hissing would run to kill the offender! It is good for a kid to have a useful function :) !
    Enjoy the honey, and the cookies and the freedom of your garden again!

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  9. Je ne connaissais pas ce personnage ! merci de me le faire découvrir ! J'avoue que ces biscuits sont incroyables ! Alors en retard sûrement : bon anniversaire ! et bonne journée ! Géraldine

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  10. Adorable cookies. I am now sitting at the computer crazing gingerbread to have with my morning coffee. Might have to get baking. . . .

    I am sorry about your bee difficulties. Sounds horrible. (The bee carved wooden spoon must have arrived at an appropriate--or not!--time. Didn't know you were having troubles. The African strain can be very dangerous. (I won't share any frightening anecdotes here, but attacks near where my mother lives in Arizona have been deadly. My mother, of course, has shared all of the horrific details of said attacks with me!) Of course, the southwestern strain of bee mixed with aggressive ones from Africa may be more pernicious than those found in England. Nature can be scary. Dennis and I had a bit of an outdoor adventure a couple of days ago that I talk about on my blog. All the best.

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