Beetroot!

The title does not mean that the Blob what feeds me has produced a beetroot for supper as part of her 'grow her own' kick. No, not at all.

Beetroot is the colour of her face, chest, neck and shoulders.

And why is she this colour I hear you ask?

Well my beloved blob who is also a responsible for a bunch of scouts, went camping at the weekend and whilst she made sure that all her charges were covered in sun tan lotion, she managed to pack hers away and put it in the car and then stand for a couple of hours in the midday sun helping run a zip wire activity.

She is now bright glowing red in an assortment of places, hot to the touch, thoroughly miserable and looks even more ridiculous than usual.

Why it was the Blob race that got given opposable thumbs never ceases to amaze me.

Bob