………….after, I admit, uttering a very rude word when I woke up to this scene of devastation this morning.
Luckily it wasn’t, as I first thought, the contents of my sofa but of a stuffed, cat-shaped door stop. Who knew those things contained so much stuffing and, what looks like cat litter, inside them? Anyway, the new doggy addition to the family, rescued from the streets, had already been confined to the kitchen at nights because of his addiction to soft furnisings but, unfortunately, my darling daughter had not closed the door into the lounge properly before leaving for school at 7a.m. this morning so, by the time I got up at 8, he had run amok.