as the white bees swarm

( Private )

And so, one shameless womaniser is succeeded by another. It seems that in the public service, there are some things that are truly constant.

( 'See the white bees swarming,' the old grandmother said. 'Do they have a queen bee, too?' the little boy asked, for he knew that real bees have one. 'Yes, indeed they do,' the grandmother said. 'She flies in the thick of the swarm. She is the biggest bee of all, and can never stay quietly on the earth, but goes back again to the dark clouds. Many a wintry night she flies through the streets and peers in through the windows. Then they freeze over in a strange fashion, as if they were covered with flowers.' )