So I arrive home after my hour and a half commute, next to a man with the biggest elbows I have ever had the displeasure to share a train seat with, to a decision...
do I clean up the 1/2 eaten wild rabbit whose guts are splattered all over my downstairs loo or clean up the pile of vomit produced by the dog while I was out?
The rabbit won...
(well dead rabbit probably won't help the dogs upset tum so to prevent more vomit it had to go first)