Tamsin Thumb

Anniemay cut her thumb on our new super sharp bread knife yesterday.  I heard her yelp and rushed into the kitchen.  Fortunately I managed to get the bread out of the way before blood dripped all over it.  Then I plastered her.

Dan came round last night.  She held up her thumb for inspection; “you should draw a face on it”.  I could see the wheels turning.

This morning, over breakfast, she sticks her thumb up and I get out the Sharpie.  I just have time for a quick blip before she dashes off to catch the train to Birmingham with Kelly.

I post this early so Hildasrose knows what to expect.