Hard graft

I popped in to see my Mum this morning only to discover that she has an unexplained wound exactly where the old one from the December debacle had been. Oh lordy, we don't need this. Keep your fingers crossed for a speedy heal please.

My lovely 17 year old niece Poppy and her pal Lea were outside watching the logman deliver a huge lorry load. Their task today was to stack all the logs neatly in the woodshed. 'Better than working in MacDonald's?' I asked Lea. 'Definitely' came the reply. They're good girls.