After last weeks capers poor bewildered Gertrude was badly in need of a little TLC. While I gently teased and tweaked Gertrude's mane, Myrtle and Mathilda scuttled off among the undergrowth. Quite some time passed before they reappeared, it seems they had stumbled upon a long forgotten stash of pickled woodlouse, but in their hands was a beautiful stem of lilac buds.
Mathilda gently wove it into Gertrude's hair as if to make amends, "how sweet" I thought, until I caught dear Mathilda wantonly twisting a lock of hair around her fingers and chased her off. She just can't help herself!
