I felt so sorry for little Bromley today. He gave himself a nasty shock when he knocked our ironing board over (which had been propped against the wall at what i thought was a safe angle), resulting in a huge clatter, so I dashed into the kitchen to see if Bromley was okay and found he had fled to the other side of the kitchen, was hiding under the kitchen table having left a trail of wee in his wake. Poor little chap had been so freaked, he wet himself as he was running away.

After lots of reassuring cuddles he was absolutely fine, but Im hoping perhaps he will learn not to mess with that ironing board again!