When Poppy woke up, I noticed a stripe of red marker painted across her forehead. How strange. On closer examination the mark proved not to be red marker but Poppy’s own inner red make up: blood!  Had she excessively picked her nose? Maybe “mined” would be more accurate in this case. Nope. Seeking evidence elsewhere I spotted another sun-dried stripe on her right hand, on her index finger. A cut!

I cleaned up the cut like Nurse Mummy would have done if she were here. Next, I went for the band-aids (or the plasters depending on where you grew up). Well, this was Poppy’s first finger band-aid. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. All she knows is that it needs to come off.