There was a jar of sour cream and chive dip on my coffee table. A screw-top jar. Sealed. Half full.
It's now completely empty. Somehow Dram managed to not only get it off the coffee table (he's a Westie and he's getting on in years, heights are a bit of an issue for him now) but he also managed to unscrew the top (which I can't find now) and clean it out without getting a drop on the rug.
He's a genius!
Oh - and if you thought the pre-Christmas rush was bad, try going to a Scottish supermarket two days before Hogmanay and stand in the drinks aisles.
The shelvers couldn't keep up with the demand!
I should be writing now, or maybe cleaning the house (I still have the ingrained 'house has to be clean to see in the New Year' thing - I think its in my bones). Instead I'm procastinating and wondering just how Dram managed to open that jar (and what he's done with the lid...)