“You’re going to get a parcel in the post. Handle it with care.”
No further explanations were forthcoming, ooh, for nearly a whole minute. Uncle Bungle succumbed to gentle questioning/ mild interrogation/ tellmetellmetellme, and heightened the excitement.
Do you know what it is yet?
We hadn’t got to visit the bees, so we had a special honeycomb delivery. Hurrah!
How exciting is that? Real honey, from real bees, that we’re sort of related to. Tree of life, six degrees of separation, evolution, Who Do You Think You Are and whatnot…
You don’t think I should be writing a popular science book, given my great grasp of all the issues? Oh, ok then, no.