Early morning Boxing Day I'm lying in bed listening to four bloody cocks trying to out-crow each other and I'm thinking,
Could anyone be having a harder time trying to have a lie-in than me?
So I got up. A short time afterwards I heard a whooshing, crashing sound and then Katy started to roar and shout...
I shout up the stairs.
What's happened? Are you alright?
Bloody ceiling's fell on top of me. Top of my head. And I was just having a lovely lie-in. First in months.
Oh my God.
I race up the stairs.
Bert, Bert! Did you hear that? Ceiling's fell on top of Katy and Mark.
Aye. I heared.
Teddy was rather shaken by the incident but, thankfully, unhurt.