Last night Tinkerbelle ran into the bedroom, headed under the cover and was promptly sick – over me, over the bottom sheet and over the cover. Having stripped the bed, I washed myself down and took the sheet outside the back door to shake off the unpleasant half digested dog food, which I got wrong and ended up shaking it out so it blew back over me. I then had to re-shower only to find we had run out of gas so it was a cold shower.
Tinkerbelle is better now and I showed no ill signs from nocturnal cold showers so all is well today…