Today my parents took Bits for a walk up to their house for an hour while I finished the ironing and Thomas cut the post-holiday grass. They been gone about half an hour when I got a phonecall to say she'd been stung in their garden. Though they weren't sure, their money was on a wasp. So I took up the piriton and calpol and administered a bucketload of tlc. Poor, brave bitsy thing.
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