Note to self: Discourage Alan Lickman from hiding out under our bed.
Nothing wakes you up at 3:30am like the stench of a freshly curled out cat shit, but not being able to find it in the dark.
Giant Jurassic Park flashlight I got for Christmas came in useful as I raked about between the boxes of junk to find the sludge fudge in question, with my Muppets pyjama bottoms creeping down so my arse was exposed! Discovered 2 little stinky cigars, one of which was perilously close to the strap of Bman’s binocular case.
OH! Lickman. NO!
So I’ve been up since then. I’ve ironed, put another wash on. Swept and washed the kitchen floor. Polished the lounge and watched 6 episodes of An Idiot Abroad on NOW TV.
Kids are up now so give it 5 minutes and it will look like I’ve done nothing.