This is the Morning After, The Night Before....

Well, Afternoon actually.

We got to bed about 3 this morning, after moving the last stragglers and putting the sick one to bed, and cleaning her up, and putting her back to bed.

All had been quiet for a bit, and then there was a rumbling movement, a cough, a groan, and then a thud. I dived through, (sleeping in clothes is good). Guest 1, lay on the floor, Tooli, in the loo, then in the cupboard for towels.

"It's all good mum, she was just about asleep, and snoring, then I heard the vomit coming, so I rolled her over, she managed to get the sick in the bucket, but then she fell off the bed and into the bucket".

Yes, quite.

Both visitors had to be on the way by 9 am, so alarm was set for 8, but I did check throughout the night. Both visitors left. I had to visit the supermarket - nothing was broken, apart from my bloody mop!! half of it is missing, and I apologise to which ever neighbour was in receipt of it.

Beloved mopped the floor twice, just to be safe. Tooli, emerged about 2, changed her bed sheets, tidied her room, and this is her as we find her now.

Out cold in the midst of the chairs scattered around the garden. And yes, that is my Couch Throw, and yes, You can see the living room rug. Both washed and scrubbed.

We lost the Cat's litter tray, but found it discreetly placed behind the tree at the bottom of the garden. Was someone so desperate?

All in all... A good night I think!