Posh was in a good mood last night and suggested we went to bed early for a game of 'mr wobbly hides his hat' so after our Umbongo and cheese straws up we went.
Unfortunately we couldn't get the lift up to the bedroom to work so we had to use the stairs and I got a bit knackered.
Just as we got in bed Posh said she thought someone had left a box of puppies on the roof, so I climbed out the window and shinned up the drainpipe.
When I got up there all I could see was the bloody tv aerial and I got back into the bedroom only to find she had filled my slippers with superglue. What a minx she is.