After six snakebites my body gave me a two minute window to reach the bed. My wife complained out of the darkness that I'd just set off to bed without warning. I was too tired to re explain the rules of drinking and how strange things happen when one is under it's influence.
There was no frostiness left over in the morning thankfully.
Went to town and got ideas for Christmas because that's what your forced to do if you enter a shop. We called at the library and as we were looking at the kids books which always appear sticky, ripped and dribbled on my lad picked up "Where's my shoes?". I looked in the front to see the date Sept 12th. I said "it's ok, this one's not been licked for a while so it'll be dry now". 
He didn't want to take books out anyway.
The two lads were quiet last night actually, but 24 hours later and I'm waiting for him to go now.