A good look

If you're a bulb of garlic.
Let's be honest here, no holiday would be complete without a trip to A &E. And so it was that at 7am I opened the bedroom door to find my husband pouring blood from a head wound. He'd decided to go an early morning run around the lakes - one of the most beautiful runs he'd ever been until he tripped and Face planted into some rocks.
A trip to the local doctor was followed by an hour's drive to the nearest A&E to have the wound stitched. No more running for Mr M this holiday!