Poo

I generally like to be woken up at 7.30am on a Sunday morning by a very loud scream, followed by the words 'Libbie you've pooed on my bed'

I think our friends who stayed over last night were impressed too.

On investigation, it wasn't as bad as the scream had initially indicated. Charlie is prone to being a bit of a dramatic soul.

As you can see, Libbie was full of remorse.