Munch, Munch

Despite Mark’s attempts to prevent the butterflies from getting to them in the first place (he has put a cage around them) caterpillars are happily munching their way through our purple sprouting broccoli, this one escaped his attention this morning when he checked them over.  If you are of a squeamish disposition don’t read the next bit …. I squashed it.  

Anyway we are off to buy Mark a new pair of slippers just now, after he lost one of his old ones…. How on earth do you manage to lose just one slipper?