This is the second night in a row where I've not left my living room to get a blip.

In all fairness, it's almost midnight and with the rain chucking it down all evening, there was little chance of going outside for a shot. Plus, why would I leave when I have heaps of drunkards downstairs singing atrociously out of tune on karaoke night?

So here's Dylan again, my fluffy safety-blip, on top of one of our moving boxes.

You'll notice Cait has lovingly written "playstation crap" on the flap.

She's not a fan.