The wasps did not get the message that Summer was over. In a pub garden in Croydon, just south of London, the last remnants of good weather sent them straight to our table. Trapping one in an upturned empty beer glass sent a shiver of shameful pleasure through the assembled group. No one seemed that bothered. The question then became whether to set the struggling beast free when we left. Again, with shame, we forgot to do that. Oh dear!
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I'm originally from Liverpool and worked as a national magazine journalist for more than 30 years before suffering a stroke at age 53. I started blogging as part of a neuro-rehabilitation programme and wrote the very first entries with one finger of my disabled left hand. Later, art became another therapy for me at Headway East London's Submit To Love studios. I blog regularly and volunteer as a teaching assistant, coaching schoolchildren in aspects of journalism. View all posts by Billy Mann