Whoops a daisy!

So Mummy and Daddy were invited for drinks at the Clarks' last night. The plan was to take me with them and let me sleep upstairs while the champagne flowed.

Think again.

Mummy in vertiginous heels ... knock on the door, I wake up and projectile vomit Omen-style all down her, the lobby, into the garden and unfortunately my Mr Sleepy Sheep was in the firing line too, then giggle and go back to sleep. Door opens ... Kat Clark says 'Hi ... oh ... bathroom's this way.' Mummy cleans me up, changes into the host's jogging bottoms and leaves.

One to tell at my wedding ...