More random news than you can fit on a biscuit and dunk in your tea
Dear Bee, I have a problem. I think I love one of my cats more than the other. They are both sweet as can be(e), but I just have a sweet spot for the fluffy one, whom I will refer to as Detective S. The smooth coat, Detective M, is
Dear Bee, My problem is quite personal. I have recently started writing an advice column and I was wondering if you have any tips on how to encourage people to write in? A lot of my friends said they would but haven’t. I just need something to get the ball
Dear Bee, I’ve been getting very dirty of late. I just seem to pick up smut everywhere. I’ve tried scrubbing and polishing myself, but I just can’t seem to get clean. Do you have any tips for removing dirty stains that won’t fade my hue? Moomin Mr. (or
Dear Bee, I am writing because I understand you have a great deal of experience in affairs of the heart and I’m hoping that you can help me with my problem. For some time now I have been conducting a flirtation with a shark. I dismissed his disinterest as simply
For personal reasons Bee has been unable to submit her column this week. Normal service will resume next week. In the mean time, so as not to let down our readers in need, Badger has stepped into the breach to address this week’s letter. Dear Bee, With winter weather upon
Well, it turns out that Bee’s Valentine’s Poem competition was a resounding success. Since it is Valentine’s Day tomorrow she has recommended that I attempt to stick with the romantic theme, so here we go. Below you will find a quotation from Shakespeare’s* Twelfth Night – we would like you to
Dear Bee, I have a problem that I need advice on. I am a 93 year old man and have been married for 92 of those years. (We did things differently in the old days). For some time now my wife Gladys has insisted that I dress up as either
