She let the dogs have the run of the house for the briefest time
In that short moment, all four had opened their bowels, merrily jumped in it and galloped around the farmhouse with gay abandon.
Oh the shame
Eirlys , as usual was incredibly upbeat about it all
" my duvet needed a good clean anyway" she chirped this morning " and it was a good drying day yesterday!"
" did they damage anything else?" I asked weakly
" only one of my bras" Eirlys said cryptically
I was too ashamed to ask for more details.
Most of the day the dogs had been removed to a nice warm stable, and were as happy as Larry in it, sniffing horsey smells and sleeping in the hay.
Your children always let you down at the wrong times, do they not?