And by that I mean, "Had A Yelling Match." It's taken me nigh on two hours of pure, undiluted yelling and showing (note: SHOWING not SHOUTING) on both sides for her to finally believe me. I showed her my diary, my log in a manner and I think that it would have taken longer had I not thrown up again and then gone back into the front room and pulled the curtains open in a fit of pique.
She saw him.
My Mum's a screamer.
We're getting more dogs tomorrow and keeping the cats indoors.
Be back soon.