Over 'Ere Son, On Me 'Ed

What a scorcher!
We had to spend a small proportion of the day in the hell hole that is Sports Direct buying new walking boots and trainers for Poppy's residential trip.
The afternoon was spent prostrate in the garden with my Kindle.
We barbecued again and it was lovely to be able to sit outside and eat in the evening sunshine.
Alf did a bit of target practice and unfortunately poor little Bertie got in the way and took a rather vicious blow to his body. He let out the most horrendous noise then cried for a few moments and sat down on the grass. This was followed by a lot of limping and weaving about like an old drunk. He seems to be back to normal now, thank goodness.
After scraping the whole of my passenger side on my new car in a car park on Friday, I can do without a huge vets bill as well as a garage bill.
Now to chase Poppy off her laptop and up for a shower as it's the dreaded SATS starting tomorrow.