Joan lived on the thirteenth floor. You could feel the tower block swaying. However what worried me the most, was that Joan believed she was a queen bee. She told me that she was just waiting for some worker bees to fly past on a warm day. I found myself wondering how high do bees fly. I found myself suggesting as it was snowing, she might accompany me to a warm hospital bed, where she could hibernate until spring arrived. Then she asked me would I be one of her worker bees. I found myself dancing the waggle dance…