Every picture tells a story. This one confesses that I reached to take a large container out of the fridge, and...you know the rest. There was yoghurt over cupboards, walls and tiles. Then the next day I dropped an egg, creating an impressive golden sheen to the floor. Despite holding on to his walking frame, MrJ has scrubbed the mess(es) off better than I managed to, and our relationship still seems to be OK. I'm so glad you couldn't hear the various, rather unladylike words that I uttered!