This morning, I tried to grab my wallet out of my handbag when I discovered that Bear had peed in it. My wallet was saved; my filofax not so much. My mobile phone and keys were sopping yet, as was the entire lining of the bag, and my hand, right up to the elbow.
Clearly, he’s shitty pissy with the Litter Kwitter training.
EVERYTHING had to get washed and left in the sun to sterilise. My phone stopped working properly and Dan had to pull my mobile apart and give it the once/twice/thrice-over with metho to get it all functioning properly again. I officially have the bestest boyfriend evar.
My phone post-cleansing:
My handbag on the clothesline after a sterile wash in my beloved washing machine: