That's an ouch

We had a lovely day playing in the garden...until somebody tripped up on the patio. At first I thought he'd just landed on his left hand and hadn't cut it so brushed him off and let him get on with it. Then I saw the blood on my top and realised he'd grazed his knuckles and finger on his right hand. No wonder he wasn't happy, poor little fella.

We all had a wander out later on with Owen in his push-along trike. We saw loads of people out all around having socially distanced street parties to commemorate 75 years since VE day.