Yesterday it was our daughter's birthday and we had a party at home. For those that know, my husband is a magician and he spent the afternoon turning the home into a wonderland of fairy lights and balloons for his daughter.
We spent a lovely evening celebrating but spent the night looking for something going BUMP in the night as our mad cairn terrorist dog just kept barking, AND BARKING. Normally she is so good and got up several times through the night to see what or who the problem was. It was only when my daughter removed the balloons from the corner of the room at 7.45 this morning, we realised that the helium balloons must have been moving about and falling to the floor throughout the night. That's what the dog had been barking at.
I'm looking forward to a quiet night tonight!