Shamefaced

Polly lay sleeping beside me as I watched several episodes of Suits on Sky+. Mr H was out so I was in charge of the remote control. Bedtime came and I realised Polly wasn't there. She finally appeared and I fed her and made my way upstairs ......where the. Most. Awful. Smell hit my nose. I tracked it down to a huge, yes huge puddle of liquid poo on the counterpane on the bed in the spare room. After much juggling, dripping, sluicing and more juggling I managed to manhandle the bed cover into the washing machine on a very hot wash. Yuk yuk yuk. I mean why didn't she TELL me she wanted to go out ? Or go into the bathroom where the floor is washable ?? I may never recover.