This morning I was woken up at 4.05am by the sound of girl-cat up-chucking on the Persian rug in my bedroom. Not at all amused, I staggered up, chased her outside with (I confess) a toe up her butt and proceeded to clean up the mess.
This cat is obviously one who maintains a grudge; when I arrived home after doing some shopping today I found that she had very neatly thrown up on the rubber thongs which I keep on the front veranda. Nowhere else ... just on, and exactly on, my thongs.
No word from the RAC person dealing with Himself's International license so either his letter has arrived or everyone has given up and gone about their business.