Well, I'd bid people goodnight and settled down to sleep. Just to put things into perspective I've been sleeping at least 6 nights of every 7 for the last 6 weeks on the counc downstairs. Dogbert has had an operation and was convalescing. I'm not going to say I was loving the couch but I have got used to it.

Anyway, enough of that already. Just as I was drifting off to a land of onions and pirates, Dogbert jumped up and started wretching. Managed to drag his ass (He's an Irish Wolfhound) halfway to the kitchen before he exploded vom everywhere. Not ideal. So much for sleep. Spent the last half hour cleaning it up. At least it's not like we've just put new carpets in anyway... Oh wait. Well, at least they've been christened I guess...

Now... to attempt sleeping again. Night.