Nancy was shut in the bedroom last night after Edith got shut out; this seemed fair because Nancy was not behaving like a lunatic.
However I was woken up by a very distinctive noise.
On the one hand: OhMyGod disgusting clean up on aisle 2. And it's damn early for that kind of thing.
On the other hand: Nancy may have found the quickest method ever of illustrating to a man why taking his clothes off and just dropping them on the bedroom floor is a bad idea.
Post Script: If anyone would like a brown t-shirt with a picture of a blue helicopter on it (size: Men's Small), they would be welcome to it. It's clean I swear, it's just Doc C can't even think of wearing it again. He's going to buy a new one.