Thorn in the flesh

Poor old F got a thorn from the rose bush in his finger within about 30 seconds of starting to garden this afternoon. This is R giving him sympathy (I couldn't do sympathy and take photos at the same time, so I decided to go with the photos! Well, in my defense, to quote Monty Python, it was "just a flesh wound")

Lovely relaxing day - brunch, gardening (including thorn incident), reading my book, evening service, blipping, reading my book, bed. I love Sundays.

Thank you so much for all your lovely comments yesterday on my 100th blipday. x