Last night, Inspector Climate sat up in bed and loudly exclaimed "What the HELL is happening here?"
I, awakened from my peaceful slumber, muttered "nothing go back to bed"
Of course, we know from previous night time shenanigans, that Inspector Climate does not heed my gentle suggestions of going back to sleep.
"Where are the shitload of sheep from under the bed?"
"Probably out in the paddock" I replied - quite proud of myself for coming up with a semi-coherent answer.
"OK," and that was that.
This morning when I relayed this story to Inspector Climate, who clearly did not remember a word of this conversation, he just was super proud that he had used such alliteration in his sleep.
Because that's the important point here, not that he thought we had sheep living under our bed.