This little chap dropped in while we were having morning coffee. Had a drink of water (rainwater left in the hollows of our wrought-iron table); washed his face; groomed his fur (called pile) and stretched out each leg to be brushed by the one next to it.
Photos are a little fuzzy (like the bee) because using a clip-on macro lens on a mobile phone when you can’t see the screen because of bright sunlight is rather hit and miss. You can just see his white rump.
Identify your own bees . . .