Sun, Son and Plums

Oops. They are both burned. Painfully pink They are this morning. And in Open Dispute as to Who-Forgot-The-Sun-Cream. And as if that weren't bad enough They are going back for more today. Apparently They didn't take much money yesterday.

The son of TWWLUTR arrived last night. Has already spent an hour in her back garden picking all the plums. NLF rather likes him and is out there chasing his shoe laces. TB invited itself round in the hope that food was on offer and tried a couple of the plums that had fallen to the ground but spat them out. On the final attempt it yelped and shook its head for a long time. Must have chomped on a wasp.