Washing up the breakfast dishes is a job that allows for companionship; or contemplation if no-one else is around. This morning I had for contemplation a queen, a welcome if fleeting visitor. She did not quite understand glass, as she walked across the kitchen window pane but also tried to fly through it. Slim waist, long shapely legs, adorned in black and bling – no Queen of Sheba, no Danny la Rue or Lady Gaga was ever arrayed like her. Once the window was opened for her she found her way to the edge, flexed those springy legs and took off for the bay tree and the great outdoors. I’m sure Disney’s artists could have made a memorable character from her, but they could never recapture the essence of a creature far more beautiful than she needs to be. Forget Disney; my snapshot does her poor justice!