Hullo.
This is quite odd, isn't it? You don't know me. I have no clue who you are. Yet here we sit, almost face to face in a way, and I'm going to let you in on some of the deepest darkest secrets I hold.
It won't all be doom and gloom though, who wants to read that? I just have to turn on the news for that now. No, thank you, I shall aim to keep my life light and fluffy - just like a honeycomb.
Aah, now we come to the name of the blog. The Honey Pot Tales. Are you curious at all to know why this is called what it is? Surely you must be. I would. And since technically, Im writing for no one else but me at the moment, Im going to satisfy my own curiousity. I love a good resolution.
Honey, as a condiment is rather strange. Its produced almost entirely by nature, and more impressively, the humble bee. Determined. hard working, single minded, fashionably concious yet apt to follow a trend- and they always are inevitably are drawn back to that one woman in their life - The Queen Bee. Who doesnt love that kind of devotion?
Honey is sweet. Honey is a luscious colour with different shades determining how sweet it is, how thick it is. Honey used to be hard to handle until those ingenious twist top squeeze bottles came out. But the one trait I admire most about honey is that no matter how careful you are, how delicately you wind the spoon, how gingerly you twist that spout....you will always get honey somewhere. On your hands, in your hair, dabbed on the chin - it is inevitable. What a wonderful trait to have.
My name is Honey, and welcome to my blog.
Good luck in life and love
Honey xx
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