Poppy

The sun shone so we headed out to the garden. While I toiled my socks off, Mr Lif lazed and soaked up some rays. Later we headed up to the pub on the hill. We soon felt the chill of the wind and headed home.

Mr Lif had sun stroke a bad head so an early night was had. While he snored I tried to watch 12 Years a Slave. I remember the first hour!

Here is Poppy, looking lovely. You would never guess she had not one but three epileptic fits on Friday. Bless her