Mr D and I had neighbours over last night.
We had a lovely evening of chat and wine and nibbles and laughter. Our neighbours went home around midnight, and after quickly helping Mr D to load the dishwasher, I decided that I was ready for bed.
Mr D wasn't quite tired enough for bed, so decided he was going to chill out downstairs with a book for a little while and come up when he was ready.
I don't remember Mr D coming to bed - I was too pooped!
I got up first this morning, and when I came downstairs, this is the sight in our living room that met me ...