lovely

Text messages from my mum this afternoon (following on from the 'accident' one of the cats had this weekend in the living room):

Mum: Guess where a cat has done a poo today.
Me: I dread to think. On the settee?
Mum: In your dad's trousers which were just dropped on the floor. Looked very suspect so hope the window cleaner didn't come today...

Needless to say, I sat at my desk (my new horrible desk that faces away from the window) at work pissing myself with laughter.