We had – or rather more precisely Emma had – a rude awakening to her day, the first day back at work. I think how it happened was that Bella, pleased to be home again, spent a good part of the night when not sleeping plodding and purring on the bed and on us. At some point, Ronnie curled up between us (snoring like a steam engine) and we think Bella plodded to close; he woke up, hissed, she leapt away, across the dressing table to the windowsill and sent a glass of water flying, drenching Emma in icy cold water down her back. That was about five in the morning and not such a welcome waking.