Well, you know who is around when a mess like this occurs. R has been asked to be Little Jo's guest at either kindergarten or playgroup for the Dad's or Friends (adult male) afternoon tea. Playgroup is his choice and it will mean he will have to travel down to the Bellarine on his own for a daytrip.
It was Sister's dog's second visit to the Highrise. This time she became quite possessive and barked at a neighbour who was barbecuing on his balcony. Eventually I closed the blinds to make her shut up. In spite of Sister's assurances that the dog is perfectly housetrained, and in spite of making three trips downstairs with her in as many hours, still it happened. No probs, I am old hand at cleaning up after dogs.
Little Jo once again repeated that I am lazy because I sit at the computer. I called her Square Eyes because she lies in R's bed and watches too much tv. 'Andrew, the tv screen is not square, it is rectangle'. Hmm Miss Smarty Pants, your want war, 'Little Jo, it's rectangular, not rectangle'. That round to me, but as she gets older, I suspect I may lose a few rounds.