and it wasn't even her colour

I have a bunch of nail polishes in a wicker basket that lives on the bookshelves at the top of the stairs (for no good reason). This basket has come to grief before, albeit without serious implications, and thus has been moved to the bottom shelf.

on hearing a clank and a crash the other day, we hurtled out of the study to find Zool surrounded by bottles of nail polish. And not looking far enough into the future, we spent some time smiling at her indulgently, without realising that her investigation of the bookshelves had disturbed the 2-cell Maglite that lives on the top of them, to assist forays into the loft.

I'm here to tell you that a Maglite of that description, falling (in what looked like slow motion as we watched) onto a bottle of dark grey metallic quick dry nail polish that is on the edge of a top step, can cause a spectacular amount of said polish to go an amazing distance.

bloody cats ...