What goes around does that other thing too

So of course I have always known that feng shui was an ancient art/science/system of belief; and of course I have always known that the British Empire's curiosity reached everywhere; and yet and nevertheless I was a little startled to find that when Kipling came to make his home for the first time in the UK - in Torquay, of all places! - he claimed in a letter that his house was "blighted by its Feng Shui - the Spirit of the House -" which engendered, he said, depression. He should've come to California instead.

In other news, our vivid-neon bee is back at our fence again. Intermittently, and I continue to fail to get a photograph, but I will continue to try, because it is an extraordinary object. I am hopeful that it dwells in a hole in the wood, so that it'll always be popping in and out.

[EtA: our own house, mark you, is afflicted not with poor feng shui so much as a bloody poltergeist. This morning, K and I were both at the front of the house, and the cats were nowhere near, when a heavy saucepan lid hurtled off a high shelf in the kitchen and smashed a favourite dish full of curried cauliflower. I don't know what one can do to appease restless spirits, but whatever it is, I ain't bloody doing it. It's getting nothing from me, I tell you, nothing...]