The morning after...

...the night before.
I can be quite anal about clearing up after a party before going to bed, there's nothing worse than staggering downstairs in the morning desperate for a quiet cup of rehydrating tea and finding the debris from the night before awaiting and the floor sticky underfoot.
Last night I had loaded the dishwasher to the gills and then shut the door on the kitchen and gone to bed.
It took quite a few trips down to the cellar to clear away this lot, 15 + bottles of sekt, a bottle of grandmarnier, one of cointreau (although that wasn't full to start with) countless bottles of beer and a whole crate of fizzy water (I was quite mean, only let the kids have water - otherwise the floor would have been even stickier).
Expats are thirsty creatures dont't you know!