Damn that wasp

Poor Isobel got stung (on the forehead) on Sunday. We'd gone over to join Lynne who was doing a boot sale. Arrived to a rather sedate boot sale, Lynne went off to the little girls porta-loo and then all hell broke loose. Evie fell to pieces after witnessing the attack and I had to deal with both girls and a sudden in flux of punters. Fantastic. Lynne got back a few mins later to chaos, funny how it can change so quickly.

Anyway, got Belle home, applied the sting contraption and some cream. She felt sorry for herself for the rest of the day and is now scared of flies.