Bloody typical!
Rik to Ned (holding onto a chair): “All your spots are clearing up. What a handsome boy you are!”
Ned falls over, takes the chair with him, splits open his lip. Blood everywhere. Lip has ballooned (I put some arnica on, but a bit difficult with where it is).
My youngest son is determined to look as bashed up as humanly possible.
T’next one up has now got chickenpox - why can they never all be ill at once and get it over with?
I frogged the beaded lace scarf because it is impossible to concentrate on it and have started on the back of a moss-stitch and cabled jacket for Ted who’s had a growth spurt and therefore needs some bigger jumpers (etc.)
(Slings'n'things)
