The morning after

The Friday night sleepovers are so much fun - watching DVD's, lying awake in bed telling stories, sneaking downstairs for midnight snacks of gingerbread men with gallons of milk.

The morning after though - that's another story altogether.

She's been on the brink of hysteria all day.

Mind you, as Mrs Smith's sister dropped by for a lengthy Chilli scoffing and drinking session last night I can sympathise.